Family bonds can be some of the strongest connections in our lives, but sometimes even the closest siblings find themselves drifting apart. The reasons behind these divides can be as varied as they are heart-wrenching. \nFrom huge misunderstandings to serious conflicts to life-changing events, these people took to Reddit to share their deeply personal stories of sibling estrangement. You won't believe the heartbreaking reasons these siblings no longer speak to each other!"],"image":{"name":"xirrusw2auhdxknb.jpg","credit":"Photo by JVR X 88 on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1111},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":617}}}},{"text":["

U/TradReulo: \"I haven’t spoken to my sister in a decade, and don’t attend family events where she will be present. She stole my mom’s identity and wracked up almost 20k in unpaid debt. \nMy mom plays is off as a childish mistake (my sister was 27 at the time) and despite my pressing her, my mom refused to press charges. Without her help the police just had to let it go and my mom paid off the debt.\""],"title":"Stolen Identity","image":{"name":"ckzv0oqtkxqkhn3n.jpg","credit":"Photo by Mikhail Nilov/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/r_sparrow09: \"Took care of my dad for 8 years bc my dad had ALZ. None of us had a super good relationship with our dad so I didn't hold it against them as much. \nThe line was crossed when they didn't come to his funeral, wouldn't sign a paper to let me cremate him, and then called the Funeral Home to explain to the undertaker that I had a [criminal charge] in my past (??) can't tell you why they went [there], but, needless to say; we haven't talked since 2016. No RAgrets.\""],"title":"Broken Bonds","image":{"name":"p78ozbp1vvgpk966.jpg","credit":"Photo by Mayron Oliveira on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/kuchikirukia1: \"She's a psychopath. Manipulative, self-centered, lies for no reason but to get you to believe lies, has never once acknowledged fault and always turns it around on her accuser. She doesn't operate on, 'Better to ask forgiveness than permission,', she'll lie until she can lie no more and then stand firm at, 'What are you going to do about it?' \nShe has never moved an inch for anyone and tramples over everyone deflecting with a, 'tee hee!' Nobody likes her but nobody but me understands why they don't like her and they keep engaging with her to their detriment.\""],"title":"Manipulative Lies","image":{"name":"jrzmls880m2c897y.jpg","credit":"Photo by Urban Gyllström on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/sinchistesp: \"When my sister got married for the first time, she became a monster. She started treating everyone who was not her husband as if they were [nothing], demanding money from my parents (which they gave her, they even made me sleep on the floor so they can sell my bed and give her the money) and guilt tripping everyone who didn't jump on the spot to babysit whenever she wanted. \nShe started to look down on me. My parents lost everything to help her and now they're literally broke, just surviving with what me and my uncles give to them. And my sister claims nobody helps her. I just can't.\""],"title":"Married Monster","image":{"name":"fsj5bf7ct35u1yj9.jpg","credit":"Photo by Vitolda Klein on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/Favna: \"For my dad and his brother I know it's my aunt. She manipulated my uncle a LOT and she's a super stuck up…When my granma (dad's mom) died she also completely ruined the spirit at the funeral just to cap it off that our families could never get along. \nIt was that moment where I swore to never ever let my relationship with my own brother get bad, and I've shared with him that that is how I think and he agrees.\""],"title":"Aunt Strain","image":{"name":"dxfyjbcr9zl9zi6l.jpg","credit":"Photo by Antreina Stone on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/Asian_DollFacex: \"I gave everything for my sister, even put my marriage on the line until I needed her help, which was met with a no sorry, I am busy. I won't go into the circumstances, but I will say I had my first breakdown as a result of her lack of help. She made several attempts for us to get on with each other. \nI succumbed to try again several times, but history kept repeating itself. Having her around made me very miserable, so I called and told her I no longer wanted her in my life. A barrage of abuse followed, but she was cut off, and I have been very happy ever since.\""],"title":"Cutting Ties","image":{"name":"jo9ymeoacui4cp5s.jpg","credit":"Photo by Tamara Bellis on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":479},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":266}}}},{"text":["

U/Infamous_Cranberry66: \"She had a bad habit of continually trying to convince my husband that I was the [worst] person to be married to. She constantly assassinated my character to anyone who would listen.\nWhen I finally had enough I went no contact. My husband also did, he was furious with her antics. That driver her a bit nuts. I didn’t care, and instead enjoyed the blessed relief. Some people do not feel good about themselves unless they are destroying others.\""],"title":"Character Assassin","image":{"name":"v2yaaj2lw4ya36ry.jpg","credit":"Photo by Daniele La Rosa Messina on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1066},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":592}}}},{"text":["

U/RUaVulcanorVulcant13: \"My sister is 8 years older than me. We basically grew up in different houses. One day I realized we just never had fun together. She just doesn't like me. And once that thought occurred it just became really obvious she only ever contacted me when she wanted something. She never asked me any personal questions like 'how are you' or 'how's x going?'. \nIf we ever hung out it was because she wanted an extra hand with her kids or wanted to talk to some guy and needed someone to watch the kids. I moved to a different city and that was pretty much that. In her defense we had a [messed] up childhood. She's self centered because nobody else was there to care about her. I get it. But I don't need to be apart of it.\""],"title":"Self-Centered Divide","image":{"name":"d8i0x9cne88us4sx.jpg","credit":"Photo by Alexander Dummer on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":481},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/TwitchedPaperman: \"Well she kicked me out leaving me homeless. I had to give up my cat I have had for 8+years because I don't have stable housing. I'm about to be jobless because it's a choice of moving in with family or live on the streets to keep my job. \nAll this happened recently and my birthday is going to be spent not knowing where I'm going and what I'm doing with my life. So yeah we are not going to be talking for many years if ever, if I can help it.\""],"title":"Homeless Reality","image":{"name":"8qsnc68uckm5sw7z.jpg","credit":"Photo by Eric Ward on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/historical_find: \"I have a brother who hates me simply because I look like our dad. I have a sister that I refuse to speak to because every time I do, she causes havoc in my life. She has stolen and lied so many times. \nMy two oldest I haven't seen since 1984 also due to my dad. Out of 7 kids(one died) I only really talk to 2, and those aren't that often. We had a very, very messed up childhood.\""],"title":"Family Fractures","image":{"name":"k5mob4h30kgc8q9s.jpg","credit":"Photo by Brady Rogers on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/DumbestBlondie: \"Ooof! What a long and personal story it would be to tell. I will say this—not enough is talked about surrounding the grief of cutting off a family member. It doesn’t matter how long it has been coming or the very relevant reason for cutting communication, it’s still so painful to work through.\nTo hear my parents say out loud, 'We have disowned her. I am done with her.' and you can hear the pain in that confession while also agreeing with them and finding relief that finally we are all on the same page…super mixed emotions. Wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Sometimes, time won’t heal all wounds.\""],"title":"Painful Disconnect","image":{"name":"vzfpdca32lw92ho8.jpg","credit":"Photo by Valeria Boltneva/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/OkLecture8886: \"Basically, she was an expert gaslighter. No name for it when I was younger. She did exactly what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it. Volunteered for everything and then dumped it on us. Answered questions with questions. etc. etc. She would walk away / put the phone down in the middle of any conversation she did not like. \nAnd if you made her listen / do something she did not want to do, she would throw a tantrum, that would make a toddler in full melt down, look like an angel. And guess who ALWAYS got the blame for upsetting her. My family just wanted everyone to get along!\""],"title":"Gaslighting Tyrant","image":{"name":"2rnn24i02sq5wp9j.jpg","credit":"Photo by Urban Gyllström on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1079},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":599}}}},{"text":["

U/NukaRaccoon: \"She kept treating me like I was 7 years old, acted like she owned the place when our parents were not around, everything has to be done like she wants or it's not done correctly, can't handle critism.\nJudges the world as if most people are [dumb] when she's nothing but my dad's echo in terms of beliefs, political ideas (also she has no social life so how can she judge people while never going out of her chamber?) The list goes on and on and on. I tired of her…\""],"title":"Overbearing Control","image":{"name":"jzymvnxjloy0rc9g.jpg","credit":"Photo by Karolina Kaboompics/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/not_bonnakins: \"My mother drove a wedge between us from the start. I was the designated scapegoat and after I went into foster care, we had very little contact with one another. Strangely, foster care turned out to be a blessing. \nWe are all adults now and somehow being away from my mother’s influence allowed me the room to stabilize my life. My siblings did not fare as well.\""],"title":"Scapegoat Rift","image":{"name":"sm8s7mveghsxccoc.jpg","credit":"Photo by Shoeib Abolhassani on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/batty_61: \"We were each other's best friends growing up. I don't know what changed, but he gradually became a bitter, brittle, angry man. When our mother was in a care home, he took advantage of one of her increasingly rare moments of lucidity to convince her to leave everything to him. \nI didn't care about me, but he took the inheritance from my children, her only grandchildren. That hurt. There are other things too, but that was the worst. After our funeral any remaining contact gradually fizzled out. I don't miss him. I miss the brother I used to have.\""],"title":"Bitter Betrayal","image":{"name":"da1dmquc8332ob4a.jpg","credit":"Photo by Austin Pacheco on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/Writer10: \"Years ago, my sister gave my teenage nephew spending money when he was coming to spend the weekend with me. We went to Great America, I more or less paid for almost everything and told him to keep the money for himself. My sister caught him in a lie about it, then blamed his dishonesty on me. \nShe hasn’t spoken to me since and blocked me from contacting them. My nephew is now over 18 and I’ve tried finding him to explain what happened, but I haven’t yet been able to locate an online presence or his contact info. 'Favorite Person' (EAS) if you’re reading this, please email me through my website (it’s my name) and I’ll buy you a plane ticket to where I now live (I moved out of Oakland). Miss you, buddy.\""],"title":"Family Fallout","image":{"name":"hihz0kyhdtnjz0nn.jpg","credit":"Photo by Daniel Jurin/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1084},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":602}}}},{"text":["

\"When I returned home for my sister's big celebration, I expected gratitude, maybe even a heartfelt 'thank you' for all I'd sacrificed. Instead, she smugly said, 'You're no longer welcome here.' Her words cut deeper than I thought possible. Angry and betrayed, I decided to stop paying her tuition. After all, I'd been the one carrying her burdens while she basked in the spotlight. \nThat night, I made another decision: I'd sell the house our parents left us-a place that held memories now stained with resentment. But just as I finalized my plan, she called with her voice shaky. 'I messed up,' she admitted. 'Can we talk?' I paused, the weight of our history pressing down. With a deep breath, I replied, 'Come over.' Maybe this time, we'd find a way to mend what was broken.\""],"title":"House Divided","image":{"name":"de7roia41t14aex7.jpg","credit":"Photo by Andrea Piacquadio/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/meridok: \"He’s a selfish bully, I don’t have a single positive memory of him in the last 25+ years. He’s the golden child (firstborn) and is allowed to behave like the egotistical manipulative piece of [trash] he is by the whole family. \nOh, that’s just who he is, you know? Yup, I know, so I don’t want him in my life.\""],"title":"Golden Bully","image":{"name":"fm193rjlnr8mr0o0.jpg","credit":"Photo by Alex Sheldon on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/spammy87: \"My brother thought he was pushing me to succeed and be a better person. What he really did was say I wasn’t good at everything I tried to do and in doing so I have really bad confidence issues and doubt myself even when my peers tell me I’m am in fact perform well in the activity’s I was told growing up I’m not good at. \nOnce our dad passed who also did the same thing as my brother I just stopped talking to him and it’s been pretty great.\""],"title":"Critical Push","image":{"name":"jk58jyzc86csz3p2.jpg","credit":"Photo by Elyon Chikwere/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":961},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":534}}}},{"text":["

U/Brujo-Bailando: \"My oldest living sibling decided that he should receive all of my and other siblings inheritance from our parents. While my father was dying (mother already passed), my brother made arrangements to change my fathers Will and other papers. He was able to change everything and we found out after the death. Mind you, this brother was/is a lot better off than the rest of us. My educated guess is he's worth around 10 million.\nBut he's cheap. He hired a second rate lawyer to change the paperwork. That lawyer [messed] up and we were able to beat it in court after a 2.5 year battle, costing me over 100K and my other sister over 100K. We don't speak anymore and it's been over 12 years now. He truly didn't understand why we would do that to him (take him to court). It was all our fought.\""],"title":"Inheritance Battle","image":{"name":"mv6ol06y5wfge1ya.jpg","credit":"Photo by Sora Shimazaki/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/Sometimesitsamonkey: \"I wouldn’t say we don’t speak. When we see each other at family events, we say hello. That’s about it. But in reality, it was my mom. She pitted us against each other, made him her precious baby boy (infantilized him), golden child, always yelling at me for not tending to his needs enough, and just wouldn’t let us be siblings and do normal sibling things (from playing together to fighting).\nI used to resent him a lot but as I’ve gotten older I just pity him. He has no skills, no love life or friends, still lives at home. She has ruined his life by not letting him be his own person. We still don’t speak because we’re essentially not allowed to. My mom thinks anyone speaking to him is being mean to him and stops the conversations. I hope he gets out someday.\""],"title":"Baby Boy","image":{"name":"4ojoqrmt8k1xapuz.jpg","credit":"Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":540},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":300}}}},{"text":["

U/bobafat: \"My sister has never liked me. Years ago the mother of my children and I divorced and she has sided with my ex on everything. I'm the main breadwinner and live on one coast due to the industry I work in, my ex lives across the country with the kids to be by family. A couple of years a go my ex was acting erratic and come to find out she was going through…addiction issues…I offered to move her and the family to my city and take custody of the kids. \nMy sister, without ever once talking to me about it or asking questions, went to my kids and told them I was trying to steal them from their mom. It caused incredible turmoil and has taken a ton of time from my side to repair things with them…but I'll never speak to my sister again.\""],"title":"Ex Marks the Spot","image":{"name":"yjfoeu3uyxvghs29.jpg","credit":"Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/EnlighteningTaleBro: \"I took care of my dad for the last 8 years of his life. None of my siblings wanted to step up and help. One of my favorites is the time I had to send my dad to the hospital. My dad was acting really weird. This was during the height of Covid and of course my first choice wasn't to send him to the hospital because he already had a lot of health problems. But…I wasn't going to gamble with his life like that. So I had the ambulance take him.\nMy sister calls me to [call] me out for doing it. Telling me how I was putting him at risk…Finally I told her if she doesn't like the way I'm taking care of our father, she was more than welcome to come take over. She didn't have much to say after that.\""],"title":"Caring Critique","image":{"name":"h9dzt7i15042fxy7.jpg","credit":"Photo by Ian Taylor on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/Aware-Promise-1519: \"There are 3 of us I'm the youngest and did most of the care for OUR mom who lived to 101 yrs.my brother did all the paperwork & came to visit, oldest sister came once in a blue moon & always started [something]. \nHaven't spoken to her since mom passed November 2024 will be 3 yrs. Trying to work on getting past resentment & work on forgiveness but not there yet. So happy I was always there for my mom.\""],"title":"Love Outlives Resentment","image":{"name":"mm1vtdgrv5z10b5b.jpg","credit":"Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":960},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":533}}}},{"text":["

U/egnards: \"Sounds like my younger brother. He lives in Korea, there is a 14 hour time difference, and he’s also an 'out of sight, out of mind' kind of person, so the joke is that if I text him I might receive a reply in 8-10 business weeks.\nLove him to death, and when he visits we are close as hell and will spend 2-3 weeks doing everything together, but then it’s totally not unusual to go 8-12 months without contact.\""],"title":"Long Distance Love","image":{"name":"an7ip26i1e0mejt4.jpg","credit":"Photo by Hannah Busing on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/AdministrationLow960: \"My brother turned into a parasite, preying on elderly women. Our grandmother, a wealthy aunt, and our own demented mother, over the years. Hey he even tried to get me to fund his life. \nWhen I took over our mother's finances and refused any payments, he dropped out of my life. He does not need to come back.\""],"title":"Free Ride Family","image":{"name":"thsuwv1f2hh9nl6g.jpg","credit":"Photo by CDC on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1079},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":599}}}},{"text":["

U/magpieasaurus: \"This is me and my sister. We're 5 years apart in age, not a ton in common, never close as kids. We live in the same city, but still are pretty 'meh' about it. She works in politics, and I last reached out for her opinion for an opinion on who should be party leader.\nI honestly think she's disappointed in me, which is why she doesn't choose to hang out with me. I went from staunchly child free, unlikely to get married, very independent to married to a man, changed my last name, had kids, my husband works away so I do most of the child rearing. I have a good life, though, and I'm happy. We just have nothing in common.\""],"title":"Worlds Apart","image":{"name":"ltcu6m6jlv2b0nb3.jpg","credit":"Photo by Trung Nhan Tran on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/Debaser1984: \"This is it. We're 2 completely different people. If he wasn't my brother I'd never socialise with him. \nI've also bailed him out a couple of times with money, as have my parents, and there has never been a thank you or an attempt to pay back what is owed. The money isn't important, but the lack of gratitude pisses me off.\""],"title":"Please and Thank You","image":{"name":"joqgklvo7xq36wmp.jpg","credit":"Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":960},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":533}}}},{"text":["

U/KipKippy: \"My sister moved her massive 4 kid family and her husband into my dementia-ridden father's house under the pretext of 'helping take care of him' since I live in another state. Proceeded to steal every dime out of his pension check for almost a decade, drain the rest of his bank accounts, rack up hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt in his name, buy out his house from him for pennies on the dollar, and essentially leave him alone in his room deteriorating in front of a TV eating Wonder Bread sandwiches while her family regularly live it up. \nEating out, season passes to theme parks, super expensive car and vacations. The works. When I discovered the depths to which she'd abused him and filed for a (third-party) conservatorship, she had the gall to say that I was doing it to steal his money.\""],"title":"Caregiver to Con Artist","image":{"name":"xkxjs3hrqvblkovb.jpg","credit":"Photo by Tim Doerfler on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/CandiceSwaninthepool: \"My brother has a massive ego and truly thinks he's perfect. He's an agressive emotional and physical bully. He's jacked up on steroids…\nI had a major, soul crushing, life altering thing happen to me and he thinks I'm overreacting to my injuries that have left me a shadow of my former self. After a lot of deep thought and anguish, I just don't speak to him anymore. I'm better off not having him in my life.\""],"title":"Rage Quit","image":{"name":"vu9bnxsc8ymc932v.jpg","credit":"Photo by Crypto Crow/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/xajhx: \"I realized every time I talked to my sister she wanted me to do something for her. We could not chat without her asking me for a favor of some kind. She’s older than me and got into the habit of bossing me around in our childhood I think. \nThe straw that broke the camel’s back was our aunt. She’s in poor health and her children aren’t taking care of her. My sister straight up said I should be her caretaker. I told her no, for the first time in my life, and she lost her [mind]. I held my ground, but she wouldn’t let it go so I eventually blocked her phone number, blocked her on social media, etc. I miss her sometimes, but I also think family should not be about how much you can use one another and she treated me like I was her personal assistant.\"",""],"title":"Just Say No","image":{"name":"ko6tbtm9u2rxwc22.jpg","credit":"Photo by Engin Akyurt/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/condemned02: \"He insulted and degraded my husband at that time. I stopped talking to him after that. \nThis specific brother of mine was behaving very hateful towards the love of my life at that time and couldn't be happy for me. Even if the relarionship did not work out, as a brother, I expect him to just be supportive.\""],"title":"In-Law Outlaw","image":{"name":"0gt5txsfbdakn5z0.jpg","credit":"Photo by Timur Weber/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/junipershines1823: \"My ex-husband and I decided mutually, with no hate or animosity toward each other, to divorce after 10 years. One sister told me she couldn't converse with me anymore because my divorce is breaking her…spirit. I truly feel she wants a divorce too because her husband is an imbecile, but she can't because of her religious views.\n Other sister's husband accused me of being a part of some message chain I had no knowledge of, and when I was being cursed out and asking what I did, the response was 'you know what you did'. If I knew what I did, I wouldn't have…asked. I'm living a great life, and they can be miserable in their podunk Midwest, closed-minded town.\""],"title":"Happy Life, Bitter Strife","image":{"name":"t6jdwc4wl31cyzz5.jpg","credit":"Photo by RDNE Stock project/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/HotSpicedChai: \"Unsupervised parenting in the 80s. Basically both parents worked crazy hours and multiple jobs. I was the oldest and had to gather my younger brothers after school. Get them home. Cook food. Then when the parents came home and the house was messy I’d get yelled at…They wouldn’t go after my brothers 'I can’t blame the mess on them because I’m the oldest and it’s my responsibility to make sure it gets done'. \nSo I started to get physical with my brothers if they wouldn’t listen to me. This lasted until I was 16 and got a car and just was never home again myself. My brothers still hate me and they’re grown men. Even though there’s been plenty of apologies over the years. All I tell em now is, dunno what to tell you, I’m not the 12 year old that haunts you.\""],"title":"Blame Game","image":{"name":"6z3ku2q33tsbn28k.jpg","credit":"Photo by Vitolda Klein on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":478},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":265}}}},{"text":["

U/Chamber53: \"Petty, loaned money. I’m the loaner. Odd thing, we had a deliberate discussion on how I handle people I loan money too. I had mentioned when/if I lend to a friend, I ask the person when will they expect to pay me back. Then I told him I ask the lender if/when they dont pay me back when is it a good time for me to bother them…\nAnd that’s when I would remind them, if it gets to that. I also told him, if they don’t pay back, then that’s how much their friendship was worth. The person bought themselves out of the friendship. I never lend out more than I can. Any money lent I consider as if I’m not gotting it back. I’m sure we will speak again, but I have little motivation to be the bigger person at the time.\""],"title":"Pay Back","image":{"name":"patxnbrqm6w29fcl.jpg","credit":"Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/Built4dominance: \"My brother was a bully and as we got older he mostly dropped the bullying…but he was still a judgemental, hypocroticral [loser] who had very little respect for my boundaries.\nOne day he called me saying that he didn't like how I brushed him off at my mother's birthday party and gave me an ultimatum of becoming a different person or he would cut off contact with me. I said ok, hung up, blocked his number and my life's been better since.\""],"title":"Bullied to Blocked","image":{"name":"0rr9zsspt2vsvufm.jpg","credit":"Photo by Alla Eddine Taleb/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":900},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":500}}}},{"text":["

U/Hanox13: \"Mum was INCREDIBLY toxic, I chose to protect my family from her behaviour. She told everyone who would listen, that my wife was to blame, and that she (my wife) wouldn’t let me talk to her (my mother). \nShe turned my brothers against me, and they are too blind to see the truth. I refuse to apologize for choosing MY family.\""],"title":"Toxic Ties Snapped","image":{"name":"hqmorw1wphtsfo1l.jpg","credit":"Photo by Sergey Makashin/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/OwnAlternative: \"When my mom was suffering from Advanced Alzheimers, my brother told me I should have 'thrown her in a nursing home years ago' while her wishes were to die in her family home. \nI told him I'd call him when she passed then. 2+ years, he never called her or visited her yet was regularly in her neighborhood for the butcher. I called him the day after she died, let him know and hung up.\""],"title":"Last Call","image":{"name":"qa5qfyy9yioi5l3t.jpg","credit":"Photo by ethan on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/Sad-Raise-754: \"I'm completely NC with my stepbrother. He was the golden child I was always compared to, but opposite of normal. He was [stupid], his mother made me do all his homework for him and all of his faults were ignored. Any time I did anything better than him, I was punished. \nHe was a spoiled, self righteous [guy], and that followed us into adulthood. He always thought he was better than me, and I got tired of his lies. He's now a…addict with 4 kids, 5 ex wives, and a child who could not be any more obviously not his with his current gf/wife(?) not even 35.\""],"title":"Spoiled Rotten","image":{"name":"q6bj41a7wlvpgk5x.jpg","credit":"Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/shipoopi29: \"He lied to our entire family about going to college. Enrolled, let my mom set up his dorm and everything. He never went to class. It all came to a head when his dining plan cancelled…My mom drove to the university to chew up the dining hall office, only to find out they kicked him out of the university.\nAfter he was kicked out, he moved back in with my mom and has no job or drivers license. He refuses to contribute. She just enables and makes excuses for him, so after a few months of yelling matches anytime I brought the situation up, I decided for my mental health to stop talking to him. It’s been 8 years since that happened and I’m pretty certain he still spends his time playing video games and letting my mom clean up after him.\""],"title":"Mama’s Manchild","image":{"name":"bw0auviscmjnuttk.jpg","credit":"Photo by Muhammad Rizwan on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":477},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":265}}}},{"text":["

U/LadyVectrexia: \"She lies and needs to be the main character in any situation. In high school, I heard her lie to her friends about my parents kicking her out and spread rumors about my friend and I…In an attempt to be nice, I asked her to be a bridesmaid and she said she had baby fever and would be pregnant at the time so we would have to plan around that. \nWhen I told her my first pregnancy was ending due to a genetic issue, she one-upped by saying she was showing signs of MS (it's been 4 years since then and she has never mentioned MS again). I decided at that point, I didn't need that toxicity in my life and have only texted her to say happy birthday now.\""],"title":"Drama Queen","image":{"name":"wn82har88938f4f1.jpg","credit":"Photo by Duy Pham on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":405},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":225}}}},{"text":["

U/Robby777777: \"My sister kept coming in and out of my life. Married a rich guy who [got her pregnant] and then divorced him set for life. Meets another rich guy and has never worked a day in her life. It was always a one way relationship between her and I. When she needed me, I was always there. When she didn't, I never would hear from her. \nShe came to the next town from me for a week and never let me know. That was it. I totally cut her off a few years ago and haven't looked back. I don't even know what state she lives in. I don't care. I've realized that just because they are family, doesn't mean you have to like them.\""],"title":"Family Not Friends","image":{"name":"07ldaxaujnnuxtj5.jpg","credit":"Photo by freestocks on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/Okayest_ever: \"They saw my dad as an ATM, just like my estranged mother. When my dad died they sued me because they were told they’d be very rich girls by people who knew my dad. \nMy dad had three mortgages on the house and a lot of debt. [Stupid}. I am truly glad they are out of my life forever.\""],"title":"Last Withdrawal","image":{"name":"jd3bc3ulm726qkw9.jpg","credit":"Photo by Andres Perez on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/MadJack2011: \"Its not that we dont speak. We say hello at family gatherings, although even that seemed too much effort the last few times for him. I honestly dont know what I did wrong. Im 1.5 years younger and growing up all I wanted was some confirmation from big bro that I did good. \nTried a lot to get him to like me but he seemed always ashamed of me. Now we're early 40something and i just cant be bothered anymore to find out what it is. Im a good friend, father and person in my eyes. So too bad for him for missing out.\""],"title":"Brooding Brothers","image":{"name":"3ir2y9kgvvt2wvux.jpg","credit":"Photo by Nicola Barts/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/lonely-paula-schultz: \"She's my older sister and never stuck up or supported me. She would drag me down when she felt insecure and consistently played the victim well into adulthood. Never takes accountability, but is so quick to point a finger.\nI've helped her through her emotional times more than I can count, yet the few times I asked for reciprocation were unmet. And in words I cannot elaborate on further, I hold her partially responsible for my mother's death. She had her role and failed. I realized that there is the relationship I want with her, but that is an unreachable fantasy.\""],"title":"Emotional Bankruptcy","image":{"name":"we9f20736dogvx00.jpg","credit":"Photo by Roberto Nickson on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/ItsBlahBlah: \"I have 3 siblings and don't speak to any of them. They're all weirdly aggressive and manipulative toward me, and I'm not great at standing up for myself when it comes to family. So every time they'd treat me poorly, I would fall all over myself trying to make them happy. \nI think all of our behavior is a result of our chaotic…parents (I don't speak to them either). I've noticed that we can behave pretty normally around people outside of the family; we're just toxic…around each other. Even though I empathize with the reason why my siblings suck, I still don't want to be subjected to them. I feel so much better without them in my life.\""],"title":"All In The Family","image":{"name":"ng81yar3z08ddgnu.jpg","credit":"Photo by Craig Adderley/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":515},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":286}}}},{"text":["

U/SeeYouInTrees: \"She's like half my age and doesn't remember my mom's behavior that greatly influenced her memories with falsehoods. Mom is dead now and her lies divide our family. \nOne who believes she was a imperfect woman who occasionally exaggerated the truth but was still telling the truth in some way. The other half were there to witness lies being committed or real version of events.\""],"title":"Memory Lanes","image":{"name":"iwb9qvcjguyat3h2.jpg","credit":"Photo by leah hetteberg on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/a11209: \"My brother just doesn’t speak to me. I have tried reaching out in the past. We were close growing up and at one point during adulthood. A few years back I made a vow to myself to stop letting it bother me. \nMy brother has always had issues, and it’s not about me. If I reach out, I get nothing. I have 0 expectations. If he reaches out I will always have my arms open. Recently I think he’s gotten into some dark stuff. I really worry about him and hope he’s okay. He lives with my mom who I am really close to.\""],"title":"Brother, Where Art Thou","image":{"name":"wzzf48mw0gv7rw2u.jpg","credit":"Photo by Newman Photographs/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/tothegravewithme: \"We talk now but I took a long time away from my brother when he told me I didn’t deserve my kids because I wasn’t going for full custody in my divorce. My kids were older and love their dad and everyone wanted joint custody. \nI went through my divorce very alone since 95% of my family did not agree with my sharing custody when my ex was able to get back into parenting.\""],"title":"Solo Support","image":{"name":"lu4pd4a5rs8i5rgj.jpg","credit":"Photo by cottonbro studio/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}}]}; window.__cf = (window.__cf || {}); window.__cf.nextArticleData = {"meta":{"id":"cms-5754","title":"40+ Times People Exposed Their Toxic Siblings","code":"sibln","category":"Gallery","subCategory":"Community","lang":"en","version":"shz","fullCode":"siblnenshz","lastTimePublished":"2024-07-08_12-48","createdAt":"2022-09-18T12:55:51.676Z","date":"2024-07-08","author":"Pie L","nextArticle":{"id":"cms-8120"},"originalSite":"graduatez.com"},"blocks":[{"text":["

We all know those lucky people who are best friends with their brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, for most of us, family dynamics are rarely so rosy. Sibling relationships can be tricky and we all have stories about times our siblings made our lives a misery. \nFrom harmless pranks that turned out to be downright dangerous to actions so toxic they should come with a health warning, these people took to Reddit to share their juiciest sibling drama. Get ready to laugh, gasp, and nod in painful recognition as we explore the twisted world of sibling rivalry. "],"image":{"name":"lj0jgs1e48evxi2v.jpg","credit":"Photo by Austin Pacheco on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/notskunkworks: \"My older sister told me when I was 3 that I was going to die at 5:00 PM the next day. I spent 24 hours in sadness and terror, but for some reason, I didn't tell my parents what my sister had said. I don't know why. Instead, at 4:30PM the next day, I went out to our family station wagon with my favorite blanket and cried until it was my time to pass. \nAnd then 5:00 came around and nothing happened. Then 5:05. Then finally 5:15. I crawled out of the station wagon and ratted my sister out to my mom. Parents were not happy. I brought this story up recently, and we laughed about how awful of a sister she was.\""],"title":"Sister's Prank","image":{"name":"1417a22hgvcxdsge.jpg","credit":"Photo by Christopher Osten on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":405},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":225}}}},{"text":["

U/mr_burnzz: \"My sister confessed to me when I was 12 that she tried to choke me out when I was an infant and had to stop because my mom came back in the room. At that time, she was blackmailing me every single day because my dad was an i---- and grounded me forever. So I had to do what she asked so that I can go play basketball with my friends. \nShe ratted on me about everything and just recently spewed nonsense to my family in a foreign country knowing that I can't really say anything about it (language barrier). She had times when she was helping me out but that was so minor in comparison to that s--- she had me go through. She's a real b---- and I haven't spoke to her in 3 or so years now.\""],"title":"Blackmail Bond","image":{"name":"bjw39i30g48jq9ey.jpg","credit":"Photo by Anete Lusina/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/Gullyvuhr: \"Sadly, I was the 'doer' of worst things (sister is 4 years younger). I tied my sister to a chair, put the chair on it's back, rubbed chicken soup on her face and then let the dogs in. We grew up in the mountains of Colorado, and we got snow. We'd shovel it off the deck to the ground (a floor down) and create a huge pile.. then I'd hold her by her feet and sort of.. lawn dart her into the pile head first. Then grab a snow shovel, run down, dig her out, and repeat. \nOnce we had a contest to see who could shove a vitamin farther up their nose.. I pretended, she ended up at the ER getting it pulled out.\""],"title":"Mischievous Sibling","image":{"name":"prouerktyqoo0lwh.jpg","credit":"Photo by Robert Linder on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1076},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":598}}}},{"text":["

U/lauraseb: \"When we were kids, my older sister handed me a spoonful of white granules and told me it was sugar so I excitedly shoved it in my mouth. Turns out it was actually salt, which dried up all of my saliva and made it near impossible to breathe without gasping. \nSo she handed me a glass of clear liquid and said 'Quick! Drink some water!'. It was vinegar. Then I vomited.\""],"title":"Taste Trickery","image":{"name":"v38cs1einjvq3hrt.jpg","credit":"Photo by Faran Raufi on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":405},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":225}}}},{"text":["

U/nanakon: \"When I was about 8 my sister told my dog to attack me. This was the dog that I knew and loved. I had spent the most time with him than any of my family members, but because my sister had said it with such intent and malice he started baring his teeth at me and growling. \nHe was just about to jump on me when my dad stepped in. I never looked at him the same way. tl;dr my sister ruined my relationship with my best friend.\""],"title":"Canine Betrayal","image":{"name":"wbaxztym9d7dyvbf.jpg","credit":"Photo by C Perret on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":576},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":320}}}},{"text":["

U/mightymunt: \"When I was 7 my sister, 2 neighbors, and I were on my trampoline. I was laying on the side of the trampoline on top of the cover for the springs. My sister is 'double bounced' and loses control in the air, and then proceeds to then land on my balls full force (she was 11 at the time). She didn't even yell at me to move. \nShe said that she had the choice of landing on my ribs or my balls, and said that she thought the balls would be less painful…boy was she wrong. I was in the fetal position for 3 hours, and almost passed out a few times from the pain. I still don't let her live it down and it has been 15 years.\""],"title":"Double Bounced","image":{"name":"xmmghek9qidxuuzi.jpg","credit":"Photo by Karolina Grabowska/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/saltystef: \"She was 10 and I was 7. My mom took us out to get posters for her room. I got a Winnie the Pooh poster and she got a Leonardo DiCaprio one. Titanic had just come out, and Leonardo DiCaprio was the hot stuff. \nMy sister strolled throughout the schoolyard with her friends and told them about my 'little kid' poster and all of them made fun of me in front of my friends and made me cry.\""],"title":"Leo vs. Pooh","image":{"name":"82lhskcmy1btw534.jpg","credit":"Photo by Taha on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

U/IIDreII: \"My older sister use to like scaring me in the dark by hiding in dark corners/places when we were younger. One day she hid under my bed and waited for me to start falling asleep. She then grabbed my blanket and slowly started pulling it under which scared the h--- out of me. \nI was to afraid to pull it back, so I decided to tough it up and peek my head under my bed. She popped out and said 'BOO!' as soon as she saw me. Ran to my parent's room like a little b---- while she laughed her a-- off. It's all good now.\""],"title":"Bedtime Boos","image":{"name":"gae48q3ddgx6nxiq.jpg","credit":"Photo by Nathan DeFiesta on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":475},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":263}}}},{"text":["

U/kduluth: \"When I was 6 or so I wanted to go to my friends house to play. I remember asking my younger brother if I looked ok and he said yes. I went to the house, knocked on the door and my friends mother answered and asked me why I wasn't wearing any pants. I got home and my brother was siull laughing. \nI have no idea why I didn't know I didn't have pants on. I must not have been very bright.\""],"title":"Wearing the Pants","image":{"name":"y074yxxwrjr8g5eo.jpg","credit":"Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1027},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":570}}}},{"text":["

U/hoback54: \"When I was in 3rd grade my school had a large play put on by the 5th graders. With about 3000 people in one auditorium, my 6th grade older brother told me if I pulled the red lever (fire alarm. Not to my 3rd grade knowledge) on the wall, candy would fall from the ceiling. \nObviously exited for candy, I pulled that…fast. And so, in a great panic,the play was postponed for two hours while the fire department cleared the building. I was more sad About not getting candy.\""],"title":"Candy-Craving Chaos","image":{"name":"6kmyooxplg1p8t44.jpg","credit":"Photo by Dave Phillips on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/FTFYGrammarPolice: \"When I was in high school, my sister had one of those 3 foot tall 'dress me up' dolls. She decided to paint it white with black makeup and 'fake blood' and called it bride of Chuckie. \nI slept in the living room and when I woke up my brother had a strobe light on and the 'Bride of Chucky' hovering over my head like some type of pinata. It messed me up for a while.\""],"title":"Bride of Chucky","image":{"name":"tioi2xxsgh11g0y5.jpg","credit":"Photo by Erik Mclean on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/theGreyjoy: \"Once when I was around 9-10, I was laying on the floor watching TV. My kid brother snuck like a weasel onto the back of the couch and proceeded to drop a JC Penny's winter catalog on my face and broke my nose. For those who remember the mid 90's, those bad boys were d--- near big as phone books. Thanks bro. \nHe's also spent the last 4 years decidedly NOT getting his driver's license. Because of this, I have to do all the family driving (groceries, shopping excursions, etc.) even though I don't live at home any more. I'm also always the designated driver for my old man at family parties. I haven't gotten d---- at a family event in over 5 years. Thanks bro x2.\""],"title":"Brotherly Nudges","image":{"name":"uqenin596zs1et7b.jpg","credit":"Photo by Brian Erickson on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":404},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":225}}}},{"text":["

U/highvoltorb: \"My friends and I were playing Mario Party 2 for the N64 and we decided to play the longest game possible, something like 50 turns. Anyway, it was about a 2 hour game and it was going to come down to the wire. The last mini game would decide who won the most coins special star and who would win the game. \nAs we started playing the last game (it was crazy cutters) my 6 year old sister pulled out the cartridge. I will never ever forgive her.\""],"title":"Game Night Ruin","image":{"name":"35oywtybscvdwht3.jpg","credit":"Photo by Pixabay/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":540},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":300}}}},{"text":["

U/killthedumbmonkey: \"When I was… 11ish?(this would make my little sister around 6) I thought, 'hey, it would sure be funny to play dead and freak my little sister out!' So I'm laying there on the floor with my face towards the carpet. She comes into the room and I'm suppressing a smile I feel like I've got her… \nThen she starts jumping on my head. I'm dead and the little booger jumps on my head. Worst part is it took a while to get out of the situation… can't exactly move or say much when your face is being smashed into the carpet… This should not be the first reaction to your sibling's 'death'. ಠ_ಠ TL;DR I played dead, sister jumps on head smashing my face into floor.\""],"title":"Jumping Surprise","image":{"name":"sztvuc38dhgr2693.jpg","credit":"Photo by Jennifer Burk on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1079},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":599}}}},{"text":["

U/Loviza: \"My 10 and 11 year old brothers held me down on the ground with their feet and then pulled at my arm until my shoulder popped out of its socket… I was 5 (a girl too!) :D A few years later they were told to'babysit me' so they took me to the beach, decided to climb up a steep cliff that I had no chance of climbing, so they tied a rope around my waist and hoisted me up. I was all scratched up and bruised by the time I got to the top. \nBut what sucked the most I think was that when I was about 5, they said I couldn't play with them cause I didn't know how to whistle. I practiced and practiced for like a WHOLE day until I learned how to whistle, but they still wouldn't let me play with them :*(\""],"title":"Brotherly Roughness","image":{"name":"w7ch27nr20g84lkp.jpg","credit":"Photo by Guillermo Riquelme on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1039},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":577}}}},{"text":["

U/thisisnthappening: \"Two things: When I was a toddler, my older brother poisoned me. Don't remember what he gave me, only that he told me it was juice. I had to have my stomach pumped. \nWhen I was sixteen, I lived with my sister for a while, and she was my legal guardian. She grounded me for whatever reason, but also disallowed me from consuming any of her food. The only food I got was from charitable friends at school, and weekends meant I would starve for a couple days.\""],"title":"Siblings' Tricks","image":{"name":"l3ep7huqp27tiwjb.jpg","credit":"Photo by Girl with red hat on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1082},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":601}}}},{"text":["

\"My mom passed away. In her will, she left all her money (millions) to my sibling and her sisters. Everyone got it except me. I was broken! Lawyer: Your mom loved you more than anyone! Me: Then why didn't she leave me with something? Lawyer: Oh, she did! Here, read it! (giving me a letter). \nAs I started reading it, my siblings' jaws were on the floor. It said, 'Lily, all the money that originally ain't mine is yours to take' It turned out that my mom had left all the money she’d earned as a real estate broker to my siblings and her sisters but the family estate (the money she had inherited rather than earned) was being left to me. My siblings were green with envy but there was nothing they could do about it. I guess I might be generous and share with them, or I might not.\""],"title":"When There’s a Will","image":{"name":"zqvmu9221yh1gx4q.jpg","credit":"Photo by Melinda Gimpel on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":404},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":225}}}},{"text":["

\"My brother uses soap to discipline his children. My wife and I were over at my brother's place for dinner. He has 3 kids and they get rowdy sometimes. My brother pulls out a bar of soap and they instantly go silent. It was weird, so I decided to ask him. 'Hey man, what's up with the soap?' He looked at me and laughed. 'It's just a funny trick I learned in the army.' He got up and left after that. We went home and while undressing my wife screamed. I ran in to see her holding the exact same soap. 'You need to call the police, now.' she said. \nI froze, 'Why?!' There was something engraved on the soap, it said 'Please help us.' When I pulled my nephew aside to ask him what the soap was for, he was terrified to tell me but he said that whenever they acted up, his dad would wash his mouth out with soap. My wife obviously panicked that it was worse than it actually was, so the police weren’t exactly necessary, but I did give my brother a stern talking to about the right way to discipline kids.\""],"title":"Slippery Slope","image":{"name":"c2f550w64jo179sj.jpg","credit":"Photo by Karolina Grabowska/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

\"My mother refused to cook for my fiancé. My girlfriend and I just got engaged and decided to surprise my parents and let them meet her for the first time. We get to their house and my mother's face starts changing colors when she sees her. She refused to greet her. I got up to dad, 'What's mom's problem?' He just shrugged his shoulders. Moments later, my sister walks in and starts screaming, 'OH MY GOD, what is SHE doing here?!' My blood froze, 'What do you mean?!' My sister said, 'You don't know who she is?! Look at her shirt!' \nThat's when I noticed a horrifying detail on my wife’s shirt that made me realize who she was. It said ‘Alpha Delta Pi’, the name of the sorority that my sister was in. 'Don’t you remember the story I told you about your sister’s roommate back in college?' Mom said through gritted teeth, walking over to my sister to comfort her. 'She stole my credit card and wracked up a serious amount of debt that I’m still paying off, and you’re engaged to her?!' my sister said before she started sobbing even harder. But its not like this girl was a fling, we were engaged. My sister just had to get used to her being around.\""],"title":"Love Over Blood","image":{"name":"k9eh6iwgpl2w35ib.jpg","credit":"Photo by Mark OFlynn on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

\"I'm a 29M (I will be 30 when Christmas arrives). I am the eldest of 3 siblings. My younger brother and sister are twins (24). My brother is married and they had a daughter over the summer. My sister is in a long term relationship, no kids. I was the child from my moms first marriage. My biological father walked out not long after I was born, I have never had a relationship with him. My mom and step-father are still together and they had the twins together. My mom called me today and explained that they are starting the planning for Christmas. \nShe said that because of the newborn there's now no room for me to stay overnight at their home. Apparently, my siblings decided that seeing as I was only a half-sibling, it wasn’t important that I be there. When I pressed them on it, they suggested I track down my father and spend the holiday with him. I had bought them both very expensive gifts but I guess I’ll be keeping them for myself. Looks like it’s going to be a lonely Christmas but at least I’ll never waste my time caring about them again.\""],"title":"Odd One Out","image":{"name":"42aos48yj32f1cpk.jpg","credit":"Photo by Євгенія Височина on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":481},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

\"My brother always made my life miserable, but one night he went too far. We were having dinner at a fancy restaurant with our parents when he decided to embarrass me. He stood up, cleared his throat, and announced to everyone, 'I just want to say that my sister here is a complete failure. She's always been a disappointment to our family.' I tried to keep my composure, but tears welled up in my eyes. \nAs I excused myself from the table, I saw a mischievous smile on his face. He then went on to say that this was payback for the time I ate his ice cream when we were five. I've never been so embarrassed.\""],"title":"Dinner and a Show","image":{"name":"8v8a0n4zgpsdwp9z.jpg","credit":"Photo by Nick Karvounis on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/jesternonchalant: \"I was chasing my older sister one morning before school and got my hand stuck in the door before she slammed it. I remember that one frozen moment where she saw where my hand was before slamming the door. \nHad to get rushed to surgery to get the top part of my left index finger reattached. I was six. She still has not apologized.\""],"title":"Door Slam Drama","image":{"name":"kv0j02qjjadmydc2.jpg","credit":"Photo by Esra Korkmaz/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/Fauxie: \"I was in my brother's (rather large) wedding party, and the head table only had 12 seats… He asked me to sit in the crowd, which was fine. Unfortunately, they still wanted me to do the 'big entrance' at the beginning of the reception. So I had to smile and dance my way up to the head table, and then stop and walk to my seat at the back of the room. \nThe MC's forgot to introduce me because I wasn't up there with everyone else. I did their wedding cake for free, and they didn't thank me in the speeches. It's been a year and it still stings!\""],"title":"Wedding Party Woe","image":{"name":"z66622bm0rsqhoa4.jpg","credit":"Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/Megasauras: \"I'm the youngest, so in the car, I would always sit in the middle with my two sisters on either side of me. We all wore our seatbelts, of course, so I was restrained. They would both give me 'whale bites,' one of them getting each leg. Whale bites are what we called when you basically squeeze another person's thigh, above the knee. they tickle… \nBasically, I would be writhing and laughing uncontrollably and hyperventilating, and they had me surrounded and strapped down. It would only stop when Mom yelled at them to stop ganging up on me. Until the next road trip…\""],"title":"Whale Bites","image":{"name":"3a92ijfovt8pj2p3.jpg","credit":"Photo by Martin Kallur (IG: @mkallur) on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":824},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":458}}}},{"text":["

U/NyuuTwo: \"When my dad and his older brother were really young, they were being babysat one night and she put them in the bath together. She left them alone for a while to answer the phone and his brother got ahold of a pair of scissors and suggested they play Stab the Crab. \nThey took turns stabbing a washcloth in the water, and it was all fun and games until he stabbed my dad in the thigh. Dad's 52 and he still has a noticeable scar.\""],"title":"Stab the Crab","image":{"name":"22svcl0b1ooo4lka.jpg","credit":"Photo by Markus Winkler on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/bayls123: \"I was 6 and my older sister was 16. Her room was in the basement, and me and my little brother would always go down there, and I guess being older, she didn't like it. She pretended to be a 'witch' with magical powers, and would threaten to hurt us with them. \nShe would also play 'monster' and chase us back up the LONG stair way. We would be crying hysterically by the time we reached the top.\""],"title":"The Witch Sister","image":{"name":"kq756gbgq7anjdpf.jpg","credit":"Photo by Gabriel Kraus on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":960},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":533}}}},{"text":["

U/MrLewisC93: \"I was/still am the a------ sibling, I've swapped tomato sauce for Tabasco and laughed while my little brother mouth was ablaze (figuratively speaking). He also has OCD which made me think it was a funny idea to re-arrange all of his alphabetically arranged dvd's games books. \nI used to beat him up wind him up annoy him all the usual brother b------- i'm not so much of an a-- now but its still fun to push his buttons a little.\""],"title":"Pushing Buttons","image":{"name":"vq0wo09tyijj06wj.jpg","credit":"Photo by Alfred Kenneally on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/ummeiko: \"When I was in high school my parents got a credit card account with so that I could have money to spend on a class trip to Europe, and then kept it for awhile so that I could build credit and also to help with college expenses for my first couple of years. \nSecond year of college, my sister got ahold of the card that my dad kept and managed to rack up about $2500 on gas and atm withdrawals (and atm fees) in less than 2 weeks.\""],"title":"Credit Splurge","image":{"name":"la10l1eocippi5ov.jpg","credit":"Photo by CardMapr.nl on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":481},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/xladylittlefingersx: \"This was by accident. But me and my brother were playing with my dolls and his slingshot. When I decided to hold my dollars a target, afterwards he felt bad and my mother brush off the fact my eye was hit with the eraser. 4 Days later I find out I'm starting to go blind unless an operation was done as soon as possible. He never came to visit which wasn't surprising. \nSince then my vision changed and it's just something to live with now. The nice thing is we still get along well because it wasn't on purpose = ] On purpose he jumped off a couch to karate kick my face. For some reason that defined our brother-sister relationship after that.\""],"title":"Sling Mishap","image":{"name":"xxfzpr3wm5uffm8r.jpg","credit":"Photo by Awais Jamil on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/madithefatty: \"On Christmas Eve when I was 6 and he was 9, my older brother tried a new 'wrestling move' on me. This resulted in my elbow getting popped out of socket. On the plus side, my mom took me to McDonald's… before taking me to the ER. \nOh, and he also pushed me off of his quad, and down a flight of stairs. Also punched me so hard I got the wind knocked out of me.\""],"title":"Festive Fracas","image":{"name":"l9xc9wek8qmk9eh5.jpg","credit":"Photo by Dazzle Jam/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1079},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":599}}}},{"text":["

U/Velorium_Camper: \"The worst thing I've done to a sibling was when my brother and I were 5(me) and 4(him) our mom made us take baths together. As we were washing, he said he was thirsty. I, being the smart a-- that I was even at 5, peed in a cup and handed it to him. \nHe [drank] a few sips before he realized it wasn't water. It's one of my better pranks I've done to him.\""],"title":"Unwanted Sip","image":{"name":"k3ipp9c98gzt3zh0.jpg","credit":"Photo by Thomas Despeyroux on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/FOTBWN: \"When I was 8 I had to make my lunch and my five year old brother's lunch for school. The laziness is strong in me so I just buttered two pieces of bread and put that together for his sandwich. \nIt took about a month before my brother said to my mom 'Not that I don't like them but can I have something other than butter on my sandwich for school?'\""],"title":"Buttered Sandwich","image":{"name":"q6ak521x6wgcnwun.jpg","credit":"Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":706},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":392}}}},{"text":["

U/thetannerainsley: \"When i was little my older brother used push me down and force feed me grass, and afterwords would spit on my face. When i got older i bought a paintball gun and when he came back from college i told him that i was going to get him back for all the times he made me eat grass. \nI loaded up to hoppers full of paintball and went after him, he looked like a cheetah by the time i got done. He wasn't all that upset, he said he had it coming.\""],"title":"Getting Revenge","image":{"name":"ku4gcs7dnctny3mt.jpg","credit":"Photo by Bradley Brister on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":482},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/ibbity: \"When I and my sister were about 12 and 10 respectively, we watched Hound Of The Baskervilles on tv right before bed. Both of us are nearsighted, and when she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth I turned out the light and hid behind the bedroom door waiting to scare her. \nShe had taken off her glasses, which I didn't know, so everything was blurry and dark to her…suddenly I leaped out and roared in her face, she actually FELL ON THE FLOOR squealing and kicking in fear. I felt a little bad when I realized how badly she was frightened, but it was kinda hilarious all the same.\""],"title":"Blurry Scare","image":{"name":"it2z0vq0tvspva7f.jpg","credit":"Photo by Sameer on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/beef1076: \"Like most 10 year olds back in the day me and my brother were absolutely obsessed with Pokemon cards. We never did anything with them other than collect them and brag about how many we had. Being the competitive person that I am I was jealous my younger brother had more than me so I told him that inside some cards was actual money and the only way to get the money was to rip the card in half. \nI sat there for a good 20 minutes and watched my brother rip up just about every card he owned before I told him I was joking and that I now had more cards than him.\""],"title":"Pokémon Con","image":{"name":"42vc4fmuryd0obok.jpg","credit":"Photo by Thimo Pedersen on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":481},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/Quixotic_Neutral: \"I made a big mallet out of K'nex. It was about the size of a croquet mallet. I decided to test it. But what to use it on? Then I saw my younger brother, peacefully doing something harmless. For no reason, I went up to him, said 'Hey Garrett', and brought it down over his head. \nIt broke into pieces, and he cried to mom and I got in huge trouble. I think the most horrible part was that I was upset over the fact that it broke so easily.\""],"title":"Mallet Whack","image":{"name":"0ffend88fa8jsilo.jpg","credit":"Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":456},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":253}}}},{"text":["

U/tokeyoh: \"I had an extremely short temper through adolescence and was generally an angry person, and used to beat up on my brother a lot. I mean a lot. Then one time we were forced to go to some church camp when I was 16 or so and everyone was doing confessions / what they prayed or hoped for. \nI overheard him say that he seemed to make his older brother angry a lot so he wanted to pray to not do that. Just typing that out got me in the feels.\""],"title":"Brotherly Prayers","image":{"name":"6kzz4kc77xsxyd8w.jpg","credit":"Photo by Shalone Cason on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/XVermillion: \"When I was 10 or 11 I took a large piece of concrete and brilliantly decided to hurl it at some icicles that had formed on our gutters; failed to notice my cousin's head would be at the bottom of it's arc until it was too late. \nThe only hurtful thing I've done to my brothers is scare one of them with a Halloween mask so bad he freaked and ran through a screen door, cartoon style.\""],"title":"Trick or Treat","image":{"name":"ppibldw9dp48yey1.jpg","credit":"Photo by Javardh on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":900},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":500}}}},{"text":["

U/WalrusIsMyGirlfriend: \"Well my older brother did this to me. He was throwing rocks down my driveway. He told me (I was only 5 or so at the time) to go to the end of the driveway 'to see how fast it was going.' I did. \nHe threw it, it hit me in the face, went through my lip, and I needed a bunch of stitches.\""],"title":"Rock and Roll","image":{"name":"m91v7j020feflhma.jpg","credit":"Photo by Oliver Paaske on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/RogueOfHeart33: \"My older sister used to trap me under this big blue bucket, and the last time she did it was because I escaped and was an extremely pissed 7 year old. I punched her in the face and gave her a black eye. \nI got away with it too by bribing her out of telling on me! I don't really feel bad because she had been trapping me under that d--- bucket ever since I could walk.\""],"title":"The Sibling Trap","image":{"name":"5mz5bjqn1dsd8gkn.jpg","credit":"Photo by Galen Crout on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":487},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":270}}}},{"text":["

U/MM320: \"When I was in middle school my brother, who is 5 years older than me, would always tell me not to complain about school because if he could do it and makes straight A's then I should too. I got sick of his bragging so I found an old middle school report card of his, scanned it, and edited all the grades to D's and F's in MS Paint. \nTo top it all off I edited the teacher's comment from 'Contributes Positively' to 'Show's signs of mental retardation'. He was broken.\""],"title":"Grade Break","image":{"name":"mf7gmtu9rminqnw6.jpg","credit":"Photo by Ben Mullins on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/yaywork: \"We tied my five year old baby sister up in the dark basement (we had bats and mice down there, too). Five minutes later we are sitting down to supper and she just nonchalantly walks in. We were bad at knots. \nWe also threw her out in snow banks, convinced her to eat a koolaid packet, and traded her nickels for dimes because they were bigger. I guess we weren't terrible siblings compared to some, but I do feel pretty bad.\""],"title":"Bad Knots","image":{"name":"ho0331xwa7d6r3ub.jpg","credit":"Photo by Tatiana Zhukova on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":960},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":533}}}},{"text":["

U/Star_Princess: \"When I was about 7 or 8, my brother was 20. He's much larger, goofier, and significantly more annoying when he sets his mind to it. Well, one day, right before my parents and I were going on a trip to Vegas without brother, he did something to piss me off. \nI can't remember what, but in retaliation I brought our one and only TV remote with us to Vegas. My brother spent about 4 days having to get up to manually change channels and such. In retrospect, I'm lucky he didn't murder me when we returned.\""],"title":"Vegas Remote","image":{"name":"kz7c3hasidw7ha2p.jpg","credit":"Photo by Erik Mclean on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/trogdora: \"My older sister and I were having a baby powder fight at night when my parents were sleeping. I was trying to find her, and the moment I turn the corner, she squeezes the bottle of powder right in my eyes. \nI was about to scream and cry when she covered my mouth with her hands and dragged me…She…[did] try and rinse it out while muffling my screams and threats to tell Mom and Dad.\""],"title":"Powder Fight","image":{"name":"xk2779pd2s2qm1ia.jpg","credit":"Photo by Kier in Sight Archives on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":960},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":533}}}},{"text":["

U/toothball: \"When I was ~3 and my sister was ~6 or 7, we were playing a game where we got into a long skinny box. When I got into it, she pushed me over and I cracked my head, and had to get stitches. \nThe worst part of it? To get the stitches, they insisted that I be put into a papoose board, which drove me absolutely nuts (and I believed was completely unnecessary). When we came back to have them removed, I absolutely refused to take any part of it if the papoose board was involved, and sat absolutely still as they took the stitches out.\""],"title":"Boxed Out","image":{"name":"dsl00thocuaqu79w.jpg","credit":"Photo by Michal B on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/ImnotTHATawesome: \"My younger brother tried to pants me from behind and it totally backfired in his face…literally. I had just woken up and in my morning stupor, I stood looking outside stretching and yawning. I was only in my boxers and since I was in the height of my stretch, was at my most vulnerable. \nMy brother grabbed my boxers and yanked them down to my ankles, but I let out a big morning fart at the exact moment his face was closest to my butt as he tugged my shorts. He ended up getting a face-full of fart without the filter of my boxers. Instant Karma.\""],"title":"That's Karma","image":{"name":"8lz4h41wmbfo19zq.jpg","credit":"Photo by Esteban Bernal on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1141},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":633}}}},{"text":["

U/Shannonigans: \"Not me, but my brother. I was like 10 and he was ~6 and I gave him an atomic wedgie in the bathroom. He fell and cracked his head on the toilet. We had to go tell my dad so he could go to the hospital, but my brother, being the cool kid that he is, said that he just fell. \nWe just recently told my dad the real truth. My dad said he always suspected, but couldn't prove anything. I'm such a shitty sister. :(\""],"title":"Toilet Tumble","image":{"name":"bwtimg78pobc2zgl.jpg","credit":"Photo by Alex Simpson on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1079},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":599}}}},{"text":["

U/MemoryMaze: \"I will tell you the worst thing I ever did to my sister. Rewind back to Halloween 2000. I was 12, she was 4. I found a scream mask in the basement. She was in the bathtub with the curtain closed, playing with bath toys. I ran into the bathroom, pulled back the curtain, and scared her almost to death. Did I mention that she has a rare heart condition?? She went from happy child to traumatized child in 2 seconds. \nIt was one of those situations where in the moment, I realized that this was an awful idea. I will never forget the terrified look on her poor face. I'm 23 now, and she's 15, but I still feel awful about it.\""],"title":"Scary Scream","image":{"name":"khwz056kmn5kq00t.jpg","credit":"Photo by Nik on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/mustache_cashstash: \"Not my sibling, but a friend of mine would play hide and go seek with his little brother when they were little. He told me on one occasion, he was trying to find his brother and saw the washing machine door cracked open slightly. \nKnowing that he had to be inside the washing machine, my friend just closed the door and left, leaving his brother trapped and unable to get out. It was only later the sitter found him and released him about 3 hours later.\""],"title":"Hide and Seek","image":{"name":"r9wc42we3soxdfci.jpg","credit":"Photo by Raychan on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1067},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":593}}}},{"text":["

U/T0mServo: \"I used to do the old 'open your mouth and close your eyes' game. With guinea pig poop. The look on my sister's faces when they thought they were getting a chocolate morsel and the dawning comprehension of the foul situation was almost too much to stand. I only got away with it twice naturally. \nI also swabbed their toothbrush with hand soap at night after they brushed their teeth. Then in the morning I would leap from bed in giddy anticipation of the tom foolery to be had. I savored the look on their faces when the soap began to lather up. Boys will be boys, right?\""],"title":"Tricky Moments","image":{"name":"bbjohxlg9lf9xh9s.jpg","credit":"Photo by Yuhan Du on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":405},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":225}}}},{"text":["

U/PresidentWhitmore: \"We were eating with a big group of extended family in a crowded PF Changs. My little brother (12?) sucker punched me (14?) in the middle of a completely normal conversation. It busted my lip open, but he knew I wouldn't hit back because of the setting. \nHe probably doesn't even remember, but one of these days, we'll both be reliving memories with our extended family in a crowded restaurant, and out of the blue, I'll hit him back.\""],"title":"Sneaky Punch","image":{"name":"vswdtsg7jlt7lxe3.jpg","credit":"Photo by Paul-Louis André on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":1080},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":600}}}},{"text":["

U/SaltyBabe: \"I have two older half brothers. I was about 4 when they came to stay for the summer making them 8 and 10. My dad took us all to the lake and at some point I ended up with chewing gum. My dad left us on a bench to go throw away our food waste and smoke. Since he cannot smoke around me. \nWhile my dad was gone my brothers talked me into smashing the gum into my hair. For a good 5 minutes they egged me on as I squeezed and mashed this wad of gum into my scalp. Needless to say they were in quite a bit of trouble, but it hurt like h--- getting that gum out.\""],"title":"Gummy Prank","image":{"name":"wb73db89x0we3k1r.jpg","credit":"Photo by Ricky Han on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/lilhurt38: \"We had a set of really s----- knockoff samurai swords for some reason. There is the large blade, the medium sized one, and the short one they use for seppuku. They were mostly dull, but the tips were sharp enough that you could easily stab someone if you thrust it into them. \nMy brother decided to take the medium size one and chase me around the house with it. He pinned me in the corner and kept poking me with it. It wasn't enough to pierce skin, but it scared the s--- out of me.\""],"title":"Sword Chase","image":{"name":"rxec5aocjgx4prhj.jpg","credit":"Photo by Carlos Felipe Ramírez Mesa on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":481},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

U/flamingcheet0: \"My little brother used to have a huge panic-attack fear of mannequins and the like. When we went to SF on holiday, my older brother was carrying him around and told him to close his eyes because he had something to show him. \nHeld him right up against one of those fortune teller boxes, with moving eyes and all. My little brother full blown freaked out. Cruel, cruel teenager :(\""],"title":"Mannequin Fright","image":{"name":"uhjlpblwcns3l50l.jpg","credit":"Photo by Rene Böhmer on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}}]}; window.pbjs = window.pbjs || {}; window.pbjs.que = window.pbjs.que || []; window.pbjs.que.push(function() { const enabledBidders = { "vidartb": true, "33across": false, "medianet": true, "sharethrough": false, "grid": false, "onetag": false, "triplelift": false, "nextmillennium": true, "vidazoo": true, "pubmatic": true, "rubicon": true, "seedtag": true, "outbrain": true, "openx": false, "rise": true, "underdogmedia": false, "appnexus": true, "criteo": true, "pgamssp": true, "imds": false, "teads": false, "vidartb_s2s": true, "33across_s2s": true, "medianet_s2s": true, "sharethrough_s2s": true, "grid_s2s": true, "onetag_s2s": true, "triplelift_s2s": true, "nextmillennium_s2s": true, "vidazoo_s2s": true, "pubmatic_s2s": true, "rubicon_s2s": true, "seedtag_s2s": true, "outbrain_s2s": true, "openx_s2s": true, "rise_s2s": true, "underdogmedia_s2s": true, "appnexus_s2s": true, "criteo_s2s": true }; window.pbjs.onEvent('beforeRequestBids', function(adUnits) { for (var iAdUnit = 0; iAdUnit < adUnits.length; iAdUnit++) { adUnits[iAdUnit].bids = adUnits[iAdUnit].bids.filter(function(bid) { if (enabledBidders[bid.bidder.toLowerCase() + (bid.bidSource && bid.bidSource.server === 100 ? 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