Hi,
I'm new here, but have been reading.
I feel so bad. I recently have awoken from the N fog of denial to discover that my parents, both of whom are dead, were Ns.
Today, I spoke to a male friend of mine who spent some time with my brother and this friend confirmed for me that my brother is a misogynist (he hates women).
I have suspected this, but it was both shocking and validating to hear this from a 3rd party.
My brother is the only blood relative I speak to and I financially support him thru a family business. My bother cannot hold a job. He spends his days sending emails and going to the gym.
I was on vacation last week and this male friend called my office and my bother returned the call. They started talking and today, my male friend told me some of the things my brother said and my heart sank. Basically, my friend said that my brother sounded like Howard Stern, with jokes that deprecate women.
I feel like hell because I know my brother resents me: I am a successful entrepreneur running the family business and he can't hold a job. My friend said that my brother lives the life of a trust fund kid (he's 45) and I work my butt off to run the business which supports him. My friend said that if my brother did not have money, he'd be in a state mental hospital because my brother does not have what it takes to get up and go to a job every morning.
I feel so devastated.
My therapist told me that my parents were in denial about my brother's short comings: they did not want to admit that he needed psychological help and they never got psychological help for him because they were in denial. My parents were always against psychology. I basically grew up in a house where denial was the norm.
I just feel awful. My bother rages at me, so I have limited contact to seeing him once every 2 months.
It just hurts to think about how much he hates women and resents me for being a successful woman who financially supports him (although I work my butt off, no time for a social life).
I find myself cursing my dead parents for leaving me this defective brother (who rages at me and resents me), who, in effect, is like my unruly child (I'm single and have no kids). Of course, I feel terrible for cursing my dead parents, but I feel they set me up in this position.
I used to think my brother was a borderline, but, now I think he's a N.
Thanks for listening.
Sally