...in Soweto all his life? i dont understand what his problem is. my brother lives in South Africa (Soweto) he was born there and so was I. hes 14 and i am 16 yearsold. he lives there with our father and I live here in america (washington) with our mother. me and my mother moved from there when i was 5 or 6. i was staying here with my mom and her boyfriend but they broke up and now my father wants to move over here with my mom and me. problem is hes bringing my brother!
so we went to soweto last month in begginging of december. im guessing while we were there our mom fell back in love with our father or some reason thats making him want to move down here with us. when we got there it was hell when i met my brother. i still can speak my native language from when i was in soweto and whenever i spoke to my brother he always replyed back in english and told me that i wasnt the same as him. he never even looked at me as his older brother he just glances at me with an evil look on his face when i would walk by him. my father was glad to see me atleast, and as well as the rest of my family.
I had to sleep in the same room as my brother!........ On the damn floor! >:-( he was rude and very inconsiderate. my father tried to tell him to take the floor while i got in the bed but he kept saying that he wouldnt and that he wanted me outside and out of his sight. Everytime i tried talking to him in our language he would always purposly reply back in english when he understood what i was saying. I STILL speak our language while in america at home and when i talk to family on the phone, so its not like ive lost the culture or forgotten our language. We did always go back to soweto throughout the years we just never been around my brother or my father during then because they could not stand each other then.
now we're all becoming a family again >minus my brother and i<. and id be happy that they are moving here with us but i just cant stand my brother!
when we were down there and i went to sit in his room my mother told us if we cant decide who sleeps on the floor then we are both going to share the bed. So we did........ for barley 5 mintues untill he started kicking me in my side and made me get on the floor. he acts like hes a 9 yearold child! during the night hed mumble out things to me thinking i wouldnt understand, but i completly heard and understood every smart a$$ comments he would say about me. when we woke up in the mornings he always purposly stepped on me like i didnt exist. We would always get in small fights during the night. There was one time during the night while i was laying on the floor, i couldnt sleep so i tried to build that brother relationship with him and i asked him a few questions about things he liked to do, and i didnt see him leaning over the bed until he spat twice in my face and laughed at me! that really made me angry because he was being a devil all day, so I got off the floor, and i stood up over his bed and started smacking him at the sides of the face. He started throwing his fists at me and told me if I even tried to hit him again he would call our father in here and that i would be punished. when i stopped he pulled me by my neck into his bed with him until i was atop of him. he told me to roll over, and he then crawled on top of me, he put one leg on either side of my waist as if he was sitting on me, pinning me down. Then he started spitting in my face again all over my eyes, nose, ears and even in my mouth! I even spat back a few times to get him off of me but he just laughed it off as if it was a game and kept on spitting in my face.
when he stopped stopped after about 3 minutes my face and neck was soaked with his saliva. i wanted to choke him to his death, but i knew if did that i would be the one to get in trouble. he unwrapped his legs from around me and went to go get something to drink, and i went to go wash my face, and rinse his spit out of my mouth. I took my things out of his room, and slept on the couch that night. the next morning he acted as if the whole thing never happend and he for the first time said ''Hi brother, you sleep well last night?'' smiling at me. he knew i would get aggrivated thats why he asked that to get on my nerves.
i would like to know if anyone else has had a similar problem being seperated from family for many years then being reunited again and having issues with differences? I am starting to think that because i was not raised that long with him that he considers me a stranger. my parents both already planned when they will be moving down here with us it will be sometime this spring in 3 months, so there is no stopping them. and if that is going to happen i will have to find a way to get along with my younger brother. it is just so hard though because anything i say to him he always has something rude to say back. and we will be sharing a room again too. >:-( Help on any ideas that i can say/do so we can build our brother/brother relationship?
We are brothers by blood and we will have to accept it either way.
so we went to soweto last month in begginging of december. im guessing while we were there our mom fell back in love with our father or some reason thats making him want to move down here with us. when we got there it was hell when i met my brother. i still can speak my native language from when i was in soweto and whenever i spoke to my brother he always replyed back in english and told me that i wasnt the same as him. he never even looked at me as his older brother he just glances at me with an evil look on his face when i would walk by him. my father was glad to see me atleast, and as well as the rest of my family.
I had to sleep in the same room as my brother!........ On the damn floor! >:-( he was rude and very inconsiderate. my father tried to tell him to take the floor while i got in the bed but he kept saying that he wouldnt and that he wanted me outside and out of his sight. Everytime i tried talking to him in our language he would always purposly reply back in english when he understood what i was saying. I STILL speak our language while in america at home and when i talk to family on the phone, so its not like ive lost the culture or forgotten our language. We did always go back to soweto throughout the years we just never been around my brother or my father during then because they could not stand each other then.
now we're all becoming a family again >minus my brother and i<. and id be happy that they are moving here with us but i just cant stand my brother!
when we were down there and i went to sit in his room my mother told us if we cant decide who sleeps on the floor then we are both going to share the bed. So we did........ for barley 5 mintues untill he started kicking me in my side and made me get on the floor. he acts like hes a 9 yearold child! during the night hed mumble out things to me thinking i wouldnt understand, but i completly heard and understood every smart a$$ comments he would say about me. when we woke up in the mornings he always purposly stepped on me like i didnt exist. We would always get in small fights during the night. There was one time during the night while i was laying on the floor, i couldnt sleep so i tried to build that brother relationship with him and i asked him a few questions about things he liked to do, and i didnt see him leaning over the bed until he spat twice in my face and laughed at me! that really made me angry because he was being a devil all day, so I got off the floor, and i stood up over his bed and started smacking him at the sides of the face. He started throwing his fists at me and told me if I even tried to hit him again he would call our father in here and that i would be punished. when i stopped he pulled me by my neck into his bed with him until i was atop of him. he told me to roll over, and he then crawled on top of me, he put one leg on either side of my waist as if he was sitting on me, pinning me down. Then he started spitting in my face again all over my eyes, nose, ears and even in my mouth! I even spat back a few times to get him off of me but he just laughed it off as if it was a game and kept on spitting in my face.
when he stopped stopped after about 3 minutes my face and neck was soaked with his saliva. i wanted to choke him to his death, but i knew if did that i would be the one to get in trouble. he unwrapped his legs from around me and went to go get something to drink, and i went to go wash my face, and rinse his spit out of my mouth. I took my things out of his room, and slept on the couch that night. the next morning he acted as if the whole thing never happend and he for the first time said ''Hi brother, you sleep well last night?'' smiling at me. he knew i would get aggrivated thats why he asked that to get on my nerves.
i would like to know if anyone else has had a similar problem being seperated from family for many years then being reunited again and having issues with differences? I am starting to think that because i was not raised that long with him that he considers me a stranger. my parents both already planned when they will be moving down here with us it will be sometime this spring in 3 months, so there is no stopping them. and if that is going to happen i will have to find a way to get along with my younger brother. it is just so hard though because anything i say to him he always has something rude to say back. and we will be sharing a room again too. >:-( Help on any ideas that i can say/do so we can build our brother/brother relationship?
We are brothers by blood and we will have to accept it either way.