I totally concur. My brother had a way of doing terribly annoying things to me at the flip of a finger, and then he was expert at manipulating our parents to turn me into a "whiner", then privately chuckling to me with his success. They were stupid things, but really annoying: changing a TV channel I was watching at the apex of the action, so that after the inevitable parental intercession that segment of the show would be over and I lost anyway. Or turning off lights in the room when I'm comfortably cuddled in a blanket reading a book, then leaving the house so I had to get up myself. Don't even mention the feeling of being in a prison with inmates defined as grade school/high school classmates. I had no place in my heart for them while I was enduring their daily nonacceptance of my humanity, let alone now for reunions, etc. It really irks me when people say "Get over it". Am I now supposed to somehow feel close to my brother because now he's a "good guy" who still refuses to acknowledge me when he's travelling near my home (I've suggested meeting in a restaurant if he's just "driving past Boston" and that's ignored)? Yet I have to endure their smoke-filled house on holidays, where they all exchange xmas gifts yet I get nothing from them except thanks for being a free 24 hr holiday nurse to my mom.