My little brother is a manipulative psychopath. I have to deal with him every day of my life and I feel that it is quite literally wearing on my sanity. I can easily think back to an incident where he may have caused me permanent brain damage. I cannot stand him and I cannot wait until the day I no longer am forced to speak to him. Some times he's a good guy, yeah- but that's only when you're catering to what he desires, and those days are few and far between.
I know this sounds horrible, but I don't know if I'd be at all upset if we never saw each other again past the day I moved out of this apartment. I half raised the little bastard- that's enough together time, methinks.