The Moment I Knew my Relationship With my Brother was Over.

Denise P King
Human Parts
Published in
10 min readNov 2, 2023

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With my brother in happier times circa 1971

My brother has spent his adult life measuring his success, or — more to the point — his lack of success, by what others took from him. Or at least what he perceived they took from him. We shared mixed roles with each other in childhood; sometimes allies, but more often enemies. When I say enemies, what I mean is that my brother sewed my father’s anger into the fabric of his persona at a very young age. I saw it as he became a teenager and started drinking, experimenting with drugs, and failing in school.

I was a decent student as a kid and my brother resented my good grades. He could not put together on any fundamental level that my study habits alone set me apart. He skipped school and spent his teenage years getting high, so in spite of the fact that he was smarter than I was, his GPA was around 2.0. I did nothing special, simply put in the work. Even then in high school and despite his growing anger toward me, I did not see my brother as a lost cause, but as someone with whom I shared a connection. I still believed that my brother was a person whom I could reach.

Financial hardship because of my father’s extended periods of unemployment meant that our family moved up to Lake Lanier in the early spring of 1978. We could no longer afford two homes, so our lake home became our permanent home. My brother took over my…

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Denise P King
Human Parts

Denise P. King, essayist. Ms. King writes personal and compelling essays with the belief that the story should serve the story rather than the teller.