My brother and I were rotten to each other growing up.
But we wouldn't let anyone else get away with that crap either.
We fussed and fought like crazy. Called each other names, got each other in trouble, hurt each other.
But we stood up for each other too. And took care of each other and looked out for each other.
We could be the worst of enemies one minute and best of friends the next.
It's called growing up.
The bolded is what is most important. Even with the sibling rivalry, you still have each other's back. That's what family is all about.
I wish more families could be like yours.
True. We have always been there for each other.
We also had the ability to figure things out on our own. Our parents were not the kind the hover. They let us learn to settle things.
I think he and I have a healthy relationship.
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