In ten years I have not blown up at my brother.  In ten years he's been offended and mad at me, but I haven't been mad at him.  Today I got mad at him... and everyone my mom and husband, not to mention my brother and his wife think that I'm horrible.  Well, I don't feel horrible.  I feel justified.  That's not very Christlike though.  In the last couple of days my brother has intimidated my two year old, has only asked me for things (like if they can drive our van to Arizona so they can all go in the same car and if he can get copies of some of our movies for his computer), told me that Ada reminds him of the "angry me"... (excuse me but she's two and not used to having to share everything like her twin cousins do), told me that he only remembers me being mad all growing up (without remembering that him and my older sister were usually trying to antagonize me... ie: locking me out of the house when my parents weren't home, wrestling me when I don't like to wrestle, etc...), and the final straw was him teaching his daughter how to pull my hair.  Okay... I have three personal pet peeves... one is being dunked under the water in the swimming pool, one is being wrestled without wanting too, and the third is people playing with (even combing or braiding) or tugging on my hair... so I blew up at him... and my mom comes to me to tell me that I'm just driving him away from the family.  Well, excuse me if he pushed a button and if I've been careful not to be mad at him since he became a teen and I'm sorry that I don't like it if you intimidate my 2 year old for pushing his 2 year old when he'd just finished telling me that his kids can stand up for themselves and commenting on how my kid is kind of a wimp... and gets mad at her instead of turning to me for me to deal with my child.  Well... if they only remember me being mad growing up, maybe I should just show them that I still get mad when you push the wrong buttons.