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Input: I am now 29. My older half brother is 33. 

When i was very young I was burned very badly on my face and arms and chest. I cant grow hair on parts of my head, my ear is curved, and my eye is sort of droopy. The other scars on my arms and chest i can cover up.

I was very shy growing up because of this. I didnt have any real friends or social interaction. My mom would try to arrange play dates but no kids would play with me at the park. When i was six my mom would have my brother play with me. When we were alone he was nice to me, but when he was around his friends he would say I looked like a little Freddy Krueger. I didnt know who this was until halloween but even still i played along because i wanted to play with other kids. I would tell my mom me and my bobo were just playing.

I went as batman for halloween but my brothers friend had me take off my costume and go as tiny freddie krueger. And i didnt like this because he was a bad guy and i wanted to be good but i did it anyway.

As we grew up i became sort of the running joke. My brother would have me hide around corners and have girls run into me and scream, like i was a monster. I was 12 and he made me do this with my crush who i like.

At the beach whenever i would show the rest of my body they would laugh at me saying i dont need a tan.

He would take turns calling me quasimodo or lil freddy even when i grew as tall as him despite our age.

He wouldnt hang out with me at all as i got older because his friends didnt like me anymore since i was to shy to do their pranks.

When i was 14 i was in highschool and my brother had just left, so i had to make my own friends. My stepdad was very supportive and had me try out for football since i was taller. I learned to make friends and i had a lot of self confidence. During my junior year i told my brother that he was wrong to treat me like that. He didnt apologize and said that i was having fun.

I am now married and have a good life. My brother is very successful and is also religious now. He has apologized now that hes an adult. But i think back on all the times i would consider suicide or felt like a freak or that i wasnt good enough and i cry. I cant forgive him. I hate him.

I do see a religious counselor (not involved with my brothers church) who advises me to forgive but i disagree. I feel like i missed out on having a real childhood. AITA?

resenting my brother for making fun of my deformity when we were children