My relationship with my brother is very similar to this, without the bloodshed and loss of life. When we were younger and my mom was talking to me, he would try to interrupt and get the attention focused on him. When this didn't work he got mad and threw a fit out of frustration of not obtaining enough attention to cure his withdrawal symptoms of yelling and screaming and beating up on his younger brother. I am the Abel and he is the Cain, mother being the God. Now, we get in arguments when one of us is in a bad mood or does something the other doesn't like. Occasionally the physical brutality of the fights in the field rise up, but they aren't as frequent anymore.
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