Why Do My Siblings Hate Me Novels & Stories

I tried to explain, but she pushed me aside and boarded her flight. As I watched, everything seemed to blur and fade. When my siblings shoved me into a cab, reality snapped back into focus. My sister whispered something to my brother, sneaking glances at me with a wicked grin. It seems they were only satisfied when I was available for their torture. I glanced at my sister and had a feeling this was her idea. What did I ever do to her? "Why?" I demanded, "Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?"

- KILLIAN - I love my brother, I genuinely do but even I can tell he’s trying to get on my nerves on purpose. His drive is the fact that I care about someone else who’s not family as much as I do and he’s going to do what he does best and torment me. Sometimes, all I feel for him is love but when I’m next to him, I wonder how that happened in the first place. How do little siblings carry that trait since birth to adult hood? I need someone to make it make sense.

"There are about a million reasons he could hate me, and... honestly? He has every right." The man scoffs, shaking his head in an attempt at disagreeing. "No, he doesn't-" "He does," she insists. "I mean, it's not like I've been the worlds greatest sister as of late - if ever," Livi scoffs a laugh at the thought and it comes out far more bitter than she meant it to be, leaving her with another sigh. "He has every reason to be upset with me." "He can be upset with you. It's only normal for siblings to disagree every now and again - but... he shouldn't hate you for that," Blaze says. "And I'm sure he doesn't. Tino loves you!"

Something in me snapped in that moment, the hate that consumed me had been instant. "You lied! She was in there!!" my voice croaked out, she stared at me shaking her head profusely while sobbing uncontrollably. Over the next few days the hate I had for her grew, because of her I would forever have to live without my sister. But then I also hated myself even more, I was the brother who couldn't protect the only sister I had About two weeks after the little funeral we had for her, mom and dad had went on a trip, continued their life as usual.

The one that was a cross between amusement and puzzlement. “Well yeah. But siblings say that about themselves all the time. Just because I said I hate my sister one time…” “It was more than one time.” He cut in. I huffed. “Fine. A few times. Doesn’t mean I actually hate her.” I said. “I mean, you talk about how you hate Brayden, but that doesn’t mean you actually hate him, right?”

At this point it feels like she gets her own experiences and stories from a different place because there is definitely no way that I remember all this. “I hate you!” Well, you're not exactly supposed to like me so I don't care how you feel about me. “I hate you so bad that I almost feel a fraction of that hatred for Elena because she brought you into this world. I hate your father too whoever he is because he also caused this”. Speak cautiously about my mother, Victoria. I will not take it lightly with you if you insult my mother. “And your siblings, well they are a handful. I don't hate your sister even though you humiliated me in front of everybody because of her.

he admitted. “ Though he doesn't look that way, he really seems to be a good brother. I wish I had a sibling sometimes and other times, I wished I didn't,” I gulped down mine. “ Why not?” “ Because I'm crazy and selfish. I wouldn't be able to stand having an older sibling my parents love more and who was better than me in every way. Even if our parents loved us equally, I wouldn't still like her and maybe I would have considered getting rid of her or ruining her,” I shrugged, not a single hint of emotion on my face. That was mostly because there was nothing to feel.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you, Amaya! Just leave my brother alone! Don't hurt him! Fuck yourself!!" "I hate you more than you hate me! Because you killed my love's family, you critically injured my friends! And you are fucking unreasonable right now for being so obsessed over my husband! You are never meant for each other! You're siblings! Hugo will never like you! Not when you are like this! You are a selfish bitch!!!"

I lived most of my life protecting them from my father's abusive nature and, for only once in my life, if I thought about myself, she was disrespecting me. The tears streamed down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is a liquefied brain. " You are a loser, Aisling. I will do everything it takes to not be like you. I hate you and I hate being with you under the same roof. I wish you weren't my sister, then no one would treat me like the way they treated you." She just kept spitting words out of her mouth, which was unbearable to listen to. I just kept looking at her in disbelief that she was my sister and how much hatred she kept

“You didn’t hate your parents for taking away your childhood? Or resent your siblings for making you stay?” “Maybe when I was younger, I did, but I guess I don’t hold on to anger like that. It wasn’t my siblings’ fault, either. And I’ve seen how my parents hurt them. I’m not saying the hurt isn’t still there.” She shrugged, because she didn’t know if she could explain it.