OP not sure if mods did not like ot your post or you deleted either way here it is. OP if you want it gone PM me.

Ever since we were children my brother who i shall call wingus, we are different as night and day. i the nerdy dark haired dork who grew into the tall cunning and powerful brick wall of a guy and my brother the fair haired bean pole juvenile delinquent who grew up into a fair haired bean pole registered for life violent criminal. the story of the ant and the grasshopper is pretty much how our lives play out over and over.

when we were boys our mother abandoned us after several turbulent years of us moving every third month because she did not pay rent or other bills and spent the money on drink and gifts for men she wished to sleep with. we were the best of friends when we were young despite wingus occasional cowardice and treachery. when we moved into our wealthy grandmother's home, things began to become different. i used our baby brother dingus to manipulate our grandfather who adored babies to take us to buy toys and ice cream. yes, i freely admit to being a sneaky bastard then and now. I'm known as who spend all day helping you move your house if you buy him two - three meals that day. dingus used to follow me around as a toddler does because our mother used to abandon us for days at a time before coming home smelling of drink, cigarettes sweat and shame. our family joking called us yogi and boo boo because i used to watch yogi bear cartoons with him because he enjoyed them. dingus had fallen under the sway of some bad kid, and began to convince dingus that his big brother was a square, and uncool. when we became teens is when the seeds of my revenge began to be planted. i was a by the book, follow the rules guy and my brother hated it and me so much. mostly though, the reason he hates me is really the same reason my mother hates me, they retreat into this fantasy world where they are the best, the greatest and logic can't touch them and i tried to make them deal with the real world.

over the years, i would tell my brother not to do something and he developed a habit of doing the exact opposite of what i said or doing the exact thing i warned him not to. during our teens i got sick, i wont say with what but i fell ill at 14-15 and finished treatment and resumed a somewhat "normal" life at 29. during this time i was subject to the worst tortures by wingus this world would ever see. i was sick and tired, and wingus every morning i didn't feel well enough to go to school would punch, kick, or worse a couple of times poured water on me. the water was hot enough to cause me to jump up screaming but not enough to leave marks. and i set out for revenge because time and time again my grandparents refused to do anything about wingus and sometimes even punished me for complaining. my grandparents choose to treat me like dirt after i got sick and my brother's became thier golden boys who could do no wrong.

i learned the fact that wingus had a problem where he would do anything i told him not to or would in fact do the opposite of my advice. i gave wingus the best advice a man could ever hope for and he took the bait like a starving bass takes the worm. over the years, i have literally had the pleasure of watching him destroy himself and everyone around him simply because he refuses to listen to my good advice. every major decision he's made i've been there giving him advice and he just tosses it away like it was garbage and runs head first into the worst possible outcome that can happen. he's trained himself make the worst decisions just because the best decision for him is the one he avoids because "it's the fact he refuses to act like the_simurgh so he does the opposite." he has literally told his friends who then told me he literally asks himself what i would do and then do the opposite. here's just a few of his highlights:

• he's currently been sued and has two companies hounding him because he has two garnishments against him and no job. this is because he took out a title loan on a fully paid for truck and then took the money from the loan to buy a second truck to let a woman he wanted to sleep with have it while he paid for all the gas insurance and monthly payments. i advised him to sell the paid for truck and then get the new one, or to use the money to repair the paid for truck and then pay off the loan.

• currently a violent registered for life felon because he did something that i told him he shouldn't have done. and when i tried to warn him? he gave me a cussing and told me i was stupider than horse shit and didn't know what i was talking about to put his entire curse filled rant to it's core.

• currently the used car lot he was buying the truck from wants to put him in jail because a mechanic lean was placed on the truck and somehow they now own a truck he didn't even make a third of the payments for. i told him to return the truck and focus on keeping the one that was fully paid for. he immediately broke the paid for one out of spite.

• he's living with the one person we both hate more than life itself our mother. the only reason we have anything to with her is because of i feel some pity for her because she's my mother and the only reason he does is because he's mooching off her cause she's an easy mark.

you may ask where the revenge is in this is after all i did was for years use his hatred of me to subtly make him always make things worse for himself because he hates me so much he would rather make himself go through the worst things in the world than for a second feel like he's behaving like me. wingus memorized one of my credit card numbers and tried to use it at the ATM last month. he didn't get anything because you need the physical card for things like that now, and wingus having pulled this before with other family members didn't know things had changed and he needed the actual card. while he was trying to use my card and failed he took a hundred dollars someone left in the ATM by accident and is now being charged with a crime that he may see a few years for. when he had the nerve to ask me for a thousand dollars for an attorney, i laughed and slammed the door in his face after telling him that " you got some balls trying to steal from my credit card and then asking me for the money for a lawyer."

TLDR: my brother subjects himself to a life time of terrible, poverty and legal troubles because i manipulate his hatred of his older brother who in his opinion "his overly moral no fun brother." recently memorizes my credit card numbers tries to take money off it and ends up being charged with stealing money from an atm that was caught on video.

if this doesn't fit then i'll delete it but i think it's a pretty funny example of a long term revenge story of how hating someone leads your life to ruin.

EDIT: and if i sound arrogant sorry, I'm just smiling my ass off since he showed up yesterday to ask me for the money for the lawyer because he spent all his money on a giant party for new years believing that he didn't need one.