Reddit Stories - BETRAYED by Blood_ SIBLING TURNED Tyrant in My Home_

Episode Date: June 18, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familydrama #betrayal #siblings #relationships #conflictSummary: A tale of betrayal unfolds as a sibling transforms into a tyrant within the confines of a home, causing turmoil and conflict within the family dynamic.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, familydrama, betrayal, siblings, relationships, conflict, home, turmoil, dynamic, drama, betrayalstory, siblingrivalry, familyconflict, familybetrayal, familyrelationships, familydynamicsBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

Sibling came to live with me and became domineering, when I mentioned my desire to reside elsewhere, they struck me in the face and I fled from my home. Apartment Our parents split when I was around 10 and my brother was 6. The divorce was ugly, lots of screaming matches, Dad staying out all night, Mom crying herself to sleep. You know, the usual traumatic childhood stuff. Our dad wasn't physically abusive or anything, just emotionally checked out.

and probably cheating, though my mom never had concrete proof. After the divorce, Dad moved to a different city about two hours away and started a new life. He'd have us over some weekends at first, but those visits gradually became less frequent until they were just a couple times a year on holidays. My mom worked two jobs to support us, so my brother and I spent a lot of time alone together. I basically became a second parent to him, I'd make sure he did his homework, cooked simple meals when mom worked late and generally look out for him. We developed this really tight bond that most siblings don't have. I was always protective of him, and he looked up to me as both a sister

and kind of a parent figure. Our mom was physically there more than our dad, but she was often exhausted or stressed about money, so emotionally we relied on each other a lot. After high school, I went to college in a different state, about four hours from our hometown. I got a partial scholarship, and it was a much better school than anything near home. My brother was pretty upset about me leaving. I felt bad about it, but also thought he was being kind of unreasonable. I mean, I wasn't going to stay in our shitty hometown just because he didn't want to be alone. Our mom was still there, and he had friends and stuff. I promised I'd call and visit whenever I could. The first year I was gone, I'd come home about once a month, usually for a weekend.

My brother and I would text almost daily, and we'd have long phone calls at least once a week. During my sophomore year, the visits became less frequent, maybe once every two months. I was making friends, getting involved in campus activities, and honestly, the drive was exhausting. My brother seemed to understand, or at least he didn't complain too much. By junior year, I was only coming home for major holidays and maybe a week or two during summer break. I had internships and summer classes, so I couldn't spend the whole summer at home like I used to. Fast forward a couple years, and my brother graduated high school. He decided not to go to college right away and asked if he could come live with me instead.

I figured it made sense. Our hometown is tiny and boring, population like 12,000, one movie theater that still shows films months after they're released, three chain restaurants, you get the picture, and the city I moved to has way more opportunities. I had settled in pretty well, had a decent group of friends, knew my way around, and had established a routine. Since I was living in a studio apartment at the time, I told him we'd need to find a bigger place when my lease was up in three months. Eventually we found a decent two-bedroom apartment that we could afford and moved in together just before my fall semester started. Things got weird almost immediately, though I didn't

recognize the red flags at first. For one thing, he seemed really interested in my social life, always asking who I was hanging out with, where I was going, when I'd be home. I initially thought it was just him trying to make friends through me since he was new to the city. I invited him to hang out with my friends a few times, but he always seemed uncomfortable and would barely talk, then would complain later that they were fake or annoying or whatever. One day, he found out I had been casually dating some guys and completely lost his shit. He acted all hurt that I hadn't told him about it, saying we were drifting apart so much that I wouldn't even tell him about my dating life. Then he asked me not to bring any guys over to our apartment. When I asked why, he just said

it made him uncomfortable. I told him I could respect that while I was just casually dating, but if I got into a relationship I would definitely want to bring my boyfriend over. He just said, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Whatever that means. I tried to explain to him that this was a pretty unreasonable request. Like, were both adults paying rent for this place? Why shouldn't I be able to have guests over? He kept insisting it was different because they were guys I was dating, not just friends.

When I pressed him for an actual reason, he'd get all vague and say stuff like I just don't like the idea of it or I shouldn't have to explain why it makes me uncomfortable. I eventually dropped it since I wasn't seriously dating anyone at the time anyway. For a while, things were okay. He got a job at a coffee shop near our apartment, made a few work friends, and seemed to be adjusting to city life. We'd have dinner together most nights and watch movies or play video games. It felt almost like when we were kids, and I started thinking maybe I had overreacted about the whole dating thing. Then about four months after he moved in, I started dating this guy from one of my classes.

His name was Jake, and he was actually a pretty decent guy. We hit it off right away, and after a few weeks of dating, I wanted to bring him over to my place. I hadn't told Jake why we always hung out at his place instead of mine, and thankfully he never asked, but I decided it was time to talk to my brother about it. We got into this massive screaming match where my brother basically said, college guys only want sex and I should be focusing on school. I couldn't believe this was happening. I reminded him I'm a fucking adult and can make my own decisions.

I pointed out that I had maintained a 3.8 GPA while still having a social life, so clearly I was capable of balancing things. He countered by saying he pays half the rent and should have a say in what happens in his home. He also made some snide comments about how Jake was probably sleeping with other girls and that I was being naive. The fight got so heated that at one point I thought he might actually break something. He was pacing around, clenching and unclenching his fists, his face all red. I'd never seen him that angry before. It scared me a little, but I stood my ground. We eventually compromised that Jake could come over but couldn't stay overnight. I told him this would work

for now but we'd need to revisit it later. Again with the will cross that bridge when we're we come to it bullshit. Things were tense for a few days after that. We barely spoke to each other, just passing in the hallway with brief nods. Eventually, we sort of fell back into our routine, but there was definitely an undercurrent of tension. I did bring Jake over a few times, and my brother was coldly polite to him, nothing more. He'd usually make some excuse to go to his room or leave the apartment entirely when Jake was there. After having this same stupid argument like three times over the next couple months, because God forbid Jake stay past 11 p.m. or put his arm around me while we were watching TV, I told my brother that if he couldn't stop being

weird about this. I wasn't going to renew our lease when it came up in four months. He apologized a bunch but kept insisting he was right. He said he would let me make my own mistakes. Like he has any authority over me. The boyfriend and I broke up a few weeks later for completely unrelated reasons. Jake got an internship opportunity in another state and we decided long distance wasn't worth it since we'd only been dating for a few months. My brother took full advantage of this to tell me that he was right all along and I should have listened to him. He acted like the breakup was somehow proof that Jake had been using me or something, even though it was a mutual, amicable split. I called my mom and told her how weird my brother was being about my dating life.

She said he was probably trying to take our dad's place since our father hasn't really been around much since the divorce. Even if that's true, it doesn't make his behavior any less fucked up. Mom suggested I be patient with him and said he'd grow out of it. She's always making excuses for him though, so I wasn't surprised. There was this period where nothing much happened for a while. My brother seemed to chill out a bit, maybe because I wasn't dating anyone. We fell into a comfortable routine. He'd work mornings at the coffee shop, out of classes, then we'd both be home in the evenings.

Sometimes we'd cook together, other times we'd do our own thing. It almost felt normal. Then I went to a friend's wedding out of town for a weekend. The wedding was okay, nothing special. The bride's cousin got super drunk and a friend. and fell into the cake, which was kind of the highlight of the night. Anyway, when I got back, a bunch of my stuff was missing, my favorite perfume, an expensive one my friend got me for my birthday, some clothes, including a sweater I really liked,

an expensive lotion from this fancy brand. I asked my brother about it, and he claimed he'd had some friends over and they must have taken it. He said he'd deal with it and get my stuff back. I was pretty pissed that he'd let people into my room while I was gone. He apologized and promised it wouldn't happen again. He did eventually return everything after about a week, but something felt off. He didn't seem upset at all that his friends supposedly stole from me. And when I asked which friends did it, he got all vague and changed the subject.

I'm still not convinced it was actually his friends. I started locking my bedroom door when I left the apartment after that. About a month ago, or maybe a little longer, I don't remember exactly, he told me he had a girlfriend and wanted me to meet her. I briefly considered being a dick about it like he had been with my ex, but decided to be the mature one and said that would be great. He made a big deal out of it, planned a dinner, cooked this elaborate meal with multiple courses, asked me to dress up. I was honestly relieved he had someone else to focus on besides me.

When she showed up though. Holy shit. It was like looking in a fucking meal. mirror. I could tell she was just as freaked out as I was by how much we looked alike. We both have platinum blonde hair, fair skin, green eyes, and similar body types. We're also about the same height. During dinner, we found out we had even more in common. She goes to a different college nearby but has the same major as me. We like the same music and even have similar mannerisms, which is just weird. She even had the same favorite

book as me, some obscure novel I didn't think many people had read. The whole thing was unsettling. My brother seemed completely oblivious to the similarities, or at least pretended to be. He kept talking about how unique and special she was, while I sat there trying not to show how creeped out I felt. She seemed nice enough, but I could tell she was uncomfortable too. She kept giving me these looks like, are you seeing this? Whenever my brother wasn't paying attention, After she left, I asked my brother if he noticed how much she and I look alike. He rolled his eyes and told me I was being weird. Whatever.

He brings her over all the time now, and they make out on the couch in the living room. When I asked if they could take it to his bedroom, he accused me of being jealous that he wasn't making out with me. What the actual fuck? His girlfriend looked super confused when he said that, and honestly, so was I. It's starting to seem like he's trying to make me jealous by parading her around. I caught his girlfriend staring at me a few times when she was over, like she was trying to figure something out. Once when my brother went to the bathroom, she whispered, has he always been this?

Intense? I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. She looked like she wanted to say more, but then my brother came back. I wouldn't think much of it if he hadn't been acting so strange since we moved and together. I can't tell if I'm imagining things or not. I don't want to think my little brother has some weird crush on me, especially since we live together. But I also don't know how to talk to him about it without him dismissing me as crazy or jealous or whatever. I started spending more time away from the apartment.

I'd study at the library instead of at home, crash at friends' places whenever I could make up an excuse, and generally try to avoid being alone with my brother. He noticed, of course, and would text me constantly asking where I was, when I'd be home, etc. If I didn't respond right away, he'd call repeatedly until I answered. One night I was out with some friends and my phone died. When I got home around midnight, my brother was sitting in the dark living room waiting for me. He started yelling about how worried he'd been, how I was being irresponsible and inconsiderate. I tried to explain about my phone, but he wouldn't listen. He grabbed my arm so hard at left bruises and said,

You think you can just do whatever you want. You think you don't have to answer to anyone. I yanked my arm away and locked myself in my room for the rest of the night. The next day he acted like nothing had happened. He made breakfast and was all cheerful like it was just another day. I was still shaken up and tried to talk to him about how grabbing me like that wasn't okay. but he dismissed it. I barely touched you, he said.

Stop exaggerating. After that incident, I started making plans to move out. I reconnected with a girl from one of my classes who had mentioned meeting a roommate. We got along pretty well, and she seemed normal. We started looking at places together discreetly. I didn't want my brother to know I was planning to leave until I had everything lined up.

So yesterday I finally decided. decided to tell him I wasn't going to renew our lease. I figured I'd tell him while his girlfriend was over, thinking he might not freak out with her there. Just in case, I packed a bag with valuables and essentials if I needed to leave quickly. I made sure my phone was fully charged and set it to record audio in my pocket. They were watching movies in the living room. When he went to the kitchen for snacks, I approached him and said we needed to talk. He seemed annoyed but agreed. I told him I felt like we weren't compatible as roommates and I wouldn't be renewing the lease next month. When he asked why, I said I felt like he didn't respect me as a

roommate and I wanted to live somewhere where I could make my own decisions about who comes over. I also mentioned that I wanted a roommate who would care if their friends stole from me. He started getting louder and angrier, so his girlfriend came in to check on us. He told her everything was fine and that she should probably go. I panicked and tried to play it cool, saying, no, don't let me ruin your evening. Please stay. I'm about to leave. He kept telling her to go, and I was literally begging her to stay. I must have looked terrified because she kept glancing between us like she was trying to figure out what was really going on. He noticed I was scared and started laughing at me. He asked if I was afraid of him and said I was being ridiculous. He asked his girlfriend

if she thought there was any reason for me to be afraid of him. She looked worried and told him he was being weird. Then he explained that I had just told him I was bailing on him as a roommate and that I was being a horrible cunt about things that weren't a big deal. He asked his girlfriend to leave again, and this time she did, though she looked reluctant. She squeezed my hand quickly before she left, which I took as a sign of support. Once she was gone, he went completely off the rails. He told me I was just pissed that he wouldn't let me be a huge slut like I wanted to be. He said that someday I would meet the perfect guy,

but he wouldn't want to date me because I would have had sex with so many guys and nobody worthwhile wants to marry a skank. He said he was trying to help me avoid that situation. I was so shocked I could barely speak. I've had exactly three sexual partners in my entire life, all within committed relationships. I'm hardly what anyone would call promiscuous. And even if I were, it's none of his fucking business. I told him I was leaving and that we could talk again when he was ready to talk without saying horrible things to me, but that I would be giving our landlord notice on Monday. I went to my room,

got my emergency bag, which I had packed earlier just in case, and locked my door behind me. I waited about ten minutes, hoping he would calm down or leave. When I thought the coast was clear, I headed for the front door. As I was almost there, he appeared behind me and said my name. I turned around quickly, and he punched me right in the face. I didn't see it coming at all. I collapsed on the floor, and without saying anything else, he stepped over me and left. Didn't even slam the door, just walked out calmly like he hadn't just.

assaulted me. I sat there for a while in complete shock. My brother had never hit me before. We'd had plenty of arguments growing up, but it had never turned physical. Even when we were kids wrestling and roughhousing, he'd always been careful not to actually hurt me. This was completely out of nowhere. I iced my eye for a while, it's now swollen and purple, before grabbing my bag and getting out of there. I was afraid he'd come back, and and I didn't want to be there when he did. I called my mom while walking to my car so if he approached me, she would hear what happened. She kept saying I was exaggerating until I sent her a picture of my face.

Then she started crying and apologized for not believing me. I told her it was okay but made it clear I didn't want to be forced to spend time with him at family gatherings ever again. I've been staying with my new roommate since then. She's been really great about the whole thing, offered me her couch indefinitely, helped me get some basic toiletries since most of my stuff is still at the apartment, and hasn't pressed me for details I'm not ready to share. My brother has sent me several texts that I haven't responded to, here are a few, where did you go? I came home and now you're gone. We have to finish talking about this. Are you fucking kidding me? Tell me where you are or that you're alive. I'm scared that I haven't heard from you.

You know how worried I am when you fall off the face of the earth like this. You're being such a child right now. I don't know what you said to Mom, but you've really upset her. I hope you're happy. I'll be home all day Monday if you want to come over and meet with the landlord to give notice. That's fine. Where am I going to live? His girlfriend even texted me once saying how worried he is about me.

Yeah, right. I don't know if he put her up to it or if she genuinely believes he's concerned. I kind of want to tell her what happened, but I'm also afraid of getting her involved in this mess. I'm really nervous about tomorrow. I haven't told him whether I'll meet him with the landlord. My new roommate said she'll come with me and suggested I not wear any makeup so he can see what he did to my face. I don't know what to do. Edit, after reading your comments, I've decided. decided to go to the police station with my roommate to file a report in a few days. I'm also trying to contact his girlfriend to let her know what happened. I haven't contacted my brother at all.

I'm thinking about calling my dad too. He isn't very involved in my life, but since my mom hasn't been helpful, I'd like to have some family on my side. Update, can't believe how supportive everyone has been. You guys were right, I needed to report this. Last night my roommate and I went to the police station and filed a report. I told them everything weird that's happened with my brother this past year. I mentioned that his girlfriend witnessed our argument and showed them my text conversation with my mom.

I also played them the audio recording I had made during our confrontation. They took pictures of my face, which looks worse now than in the photo I sent my mom. It's turned this nasty yellowish purple color and the swelling has spread. I was nervous and overwhelmed, so I didn't ask many questions. It was my first time ever filing a police report, and the whole process was intimidating. They gave me a copy of the report and said a detective would call me today. I don't know if they're going to arrest him or what. I feel stupid for not asking such a basic question, but they didn't volunteer that information either.

They did offer to escort me to the apartment to get my belongings if needed, which I might take them up on later this one. week once I figure out where I'm going to store everything. His girlfriend called while I was at the police station. I texted her afterward and we spoke on the phone. I told her what happened after she left, and she kept apologizing. I assured her it wasn't her fault and asked if he had ever done anything similar to her. She said no, and I hope she was being honest. I didn't mention going to the police, just said I wanted her to know for her own safety. She thanked me and apologized more. She didn't say what she plans to do, but I told her I check in to make sure she's okay. She did tell me something interesting, though. Apparently when they first started dating,

my brother showed her pictures of me and talked about me constantly. She said it made her uncomfortable how much he seemed to idolize me, but she thought it was just because we were close siblings. She also confirmed what I suspected, that she had noticed the physical similarities between us and found it weird. She said once when they were shopping, he picked out clothes for her that she later saw were identical to items I owned. Creepy. This morning, I called my dad. We haven't talked since Father's Day. He's remarried with younger kids and typically ignores us in favor of his new family. I wasn't expecting much sympathy, but he surprised me. He said based on my brother's childhood behavior, apparently he had violent tendencies at school around the time of the divorce,

which no one ever told me about. The whole thing didn't shock him. Dad said there had been incidents where my brother had hurt other kids and even killed a neighbor's cat once, but Mom had always covered for him and minimized the behavior. Dad admitted he should have fought harder for custody or at least stayed more involved in our lives, and I could tell he felt guilty. Dad's pretty well off and offered to get me a lawyer. He advised meeting with one regardless to get professional advice on next steps. I accepted his offer and am meeting with a lawyer tomorrow after work. My brother can't afford a lawyer and my mom can't help him financially, so this gives me an advantage. Dad also offered to help me financially if I need to break the lease and find a new place immediately.

I'm considering it. Thank you all for pushing me to go to the police. I still haven't contacted my brother and won't until after meeting with a lawyer. My mom has texted asking why I haven't been in touch with my brother. I haven't responded to those either. She also called a few times, but I'll let it go to voicemail. In her messages, she keeps saying things like he's your brother and family is family and you two need to work this out. It's like she's completely ignoring the fact that he punched me in the face. Not sure what's next, but I'll update if anything significant happens.

Right now I'm just trying to process everything and figure out what a normal brother-sister relationship is supposed to look like, because apparently I have no idea. I want to thank everyone again for your support and advice. Before posting here, I was questioning whether I was overreacting. Now I see that if anything, I wasn't reacting strongly enough.