Is it normal to still be angry?
So, my parents weren't planning on having a child. In fact they weren't even dating. I never minded this much, though. They both went out of their way to raise me together. After my Dad was in a car accident, he got back together with his High School girlfriend (possibly due to the 'I'm mortal!-crisis) and they moved in together. I was six at the time and I don't remember much from that time, but everyone tells me I pretty much adored her. I was always aware that my parents weren't a couple, so there was no jealousy going on. And everything was fine until I was around 11 when my stepmother became pregnant. Well, it wasn't so much the pregnancy. Apparently, I was actually pretty excited about the whole thing, since it wasn't something I had ever seen before and I liked seeing/experiencing new things.
As it turned out though, I really didn't like my (half) brother. He was ALWAYS crying, so obviously that centered every shred of attention my Dad and Stepmom might have otherwise have spend on me, on him. And when he wasn't crying, they were just way too tired to do much with me. This is completely logical, don't get me wrong. But I didn't think so as an 11 year old girl. I remember being angry a lot, especially at my Stepmom and at my brother. In fact, I distinctly remember telling her that she better not dare to have any more children. She didn't, but I doubt it was because of what I said.
Anyhow, the situation didn't get better. My parents thought it would blow over once I got used to my brother. It didn't, though. I never wanted to look at him, touch him, do anything with him. Thank God I wasn't mean at least.
That was also around the time my parents started dicussing sending me to a boarding school (my academics weren't so good and they had actually been debating this for a while) and finally settled on one hours away. Nobody asked me about this, especially since I had to give up my treasured Martial Arts classes. I know, what a sob story.
Since I spent about 80 % of the year at boarding school or with friends, I never got used to my brother. He always felt alien to me, like he was an usurper in a way. I felt like my parents (but my Dad in particular, I always got along with my Mom) had pushed me away in favor of a better and WANTED child. I don't think I've ever really spoken to my brother and I don't see how I could get past this now. I'm almost 22 and he's just turned eleven and when I see him, my stomach just turns. I know that I'm actually angry at my father for pushing me away like this but it seems to have sttled on my brother.
I was thinking if maybe therapy could help here? But I'm going to college in another state an rarely see this part of my family as it is (don't feel particularly sad about this either), so I wonder if ti's worth the potential bother...?