My brother (38M) and I (40M) have barely spoken for the last year and a half. I'm not looking for people to tell me my brother is an asshole or tell me I'm one. I'm genuinely trying to understand if my expectations of family are unrealistic or if we've simply grown into two people with very different values.
I know he'd tell this story differently. This is just how I've experienced it.
Growing up and into adulthood, I always believed family had each other's backs. Not because anyone keeps score, but because if someone you love is struggling and you can help, you do.
That was always my approach with my brother.
When he lost jobs, I hired him into my weekend painting business. We split the profits 50/50, and sometimes I actually paid him more than I paid myself because he needed it more. I helped him get three of his last five jobs through people I knew professionally, including the career he's in today. At one point I basically handed him my entire side business while he was between jobs so he could keep earning money.
During COVID his wife was worried about his depression and anxiety. I made a point of dragging him out of the house. We'd golf, build a deck, work on projects... honestly, whatever got him out and around people. I painted both of his houses and paid for the paint. If we were working together, I always bought lunch.
I never once thought of any of this as him owing me something. It never crossed my mind.
Then my own life blew up.
I lost a career I'd spent years building because of a corporate restructuring. While I was trying to rebuild, another salesperson tried to shake me down for under-the-table "consulting" payments if I wanted access to his opportunities. I refused because it was against both companies' ethics policies, and he tried to blacklist me.
It was probably the worst professional period of my life.
I honestly assumed my brother would help if he had the chance.
I asked him a couple of times whether he had any projects where we could work together.
Both times he told me no.
Later, customers I already knew mentioned those exact projects to me. That's how I found out they had existed all along.
That was the moment everything changed for me.
It wasn't that I thought I deserved the work. It was that he'd looked me in the eye and lied.
When I confronted him, the conversation immediately turned into him saying he'd already "paid me back" because he'd thanked me for helping him get his career.
But...I wasn't asking to be paid back.
That honestly confused me because repayment had never entered my mind. I wasn't trying to cash in favors. I just thought that's what family did for each other.
Instead, he went as far as telling coworkers—people I'd actually known longer than he had—not to discuss opportunities in his territory with me.
A while later I called him just because I wanted to check in on him mentally. Instead I got told that my life has always been lucky while his has been nothing but bad luck. He also said I'm rude and condescending. Maybe there are times I've come across that way—I don't know. I can absolutely be sarcastic. But hearing that from him was hard.
Eventually he told me work would never again be part of whatever relationship we had left.
We even tried family mediation. It didn't help.
Now we're at the point where family gatherings feel awkward. At my parents' anniversary he handed me a birthday card, said "here," and walked away. That interaction lasted maybe two seconds, but it pretty much sums up where we are.
The strange thing is that I don't actually care about the work anymore.
What I'm grieving is the realization that I think we define family differently.
To me, helping someone doesn't create a debt. You don't keep score. But if your brother is drowning and you're standing on the dock holding a rope, you throw him the rope.
Maybe that's not how everyone sees it.
So I guess my question is this:
Has anyone else realized that the real problem wasn't one argument, but that you and your sibling had completely different ideas about loyalty and what family means? If you managed to repair it, what changed? If you didn't, how did you eventually make peace with it?
TL;DR: I spent years helping my brother through unemployment, career changes, and personal struggles because I believed that's what family does. When I later went through the hardest period of my own career, I felt he not only refused to help but lied to me about opportunities and became defensive when I raised it. I'm no longer upset about the work itself—I'm struggling with the realization that we may simply have completely different definitions of family loyalty.