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Input: (I'm on mobile so sorry in advance)

I must add a bit of an backstory so you might understand my reason:
Me and my older brother are 1 1/2 years apart, He was 18 back then, I was 17.
We had a good relationship as kids but as time passed, we grew apart. He turned out to be - what I consider - bad. He smoked, he took marihuana regulary and dealed some. He finished a lower class school with mediocre grades (in germany we have different kind of schools, some for smart kids, others for regular kids etc.).
He didnt have any hobbies and basically was nothing but a financial burden for our mum who can't work full time due to a illness. 
The only thing he has going is that he is one of the most caring people out there. I've tried concincing him to do a social job with children but he refused (payment too bad).

Me on the other hand:
I was in 12th grade, with above average grades, I was in the last year of school and was planning on going to university to study and become a teacher. I was working part time to support my mum and our little sister (my parents are divorced) financially. I was/still am also doing work with a youth group that works with children that have problems (aggression, bullying ect.) and teach them things about religion and teamwork. 
I however had lost my girlfriend to suicide in 2017, which my brother just joked about. I told him plenty of times to stop it, which he didnt. "what are you gonna do, fight me?" sound familiar?
However one of my bad traits is that I don't tell people when something annoys me, until I get reeeeally fed up and just burst out (it happens in the story)

We had this mutual agreement not to interfere with each other. He often broke it, asking me for money, which I always had, because I didnt spend it, I instead kept it on my bank account. whenever I said no, our mum would tell me I'm being selfish, then give my brother money from her own pocket. I always put the same amount of money back into her pocket from my own money, as I didnt want her to have no money. (as I'm typing this he literally asked "mum, you got money?"...ironic...)
He once even convinced my mum to tell her my bank account code, which she did. He took 300€ out of my account ,which I never saw again. 
All these things oviously made me angry and I told my mum. she said it'll be okay. she always said that.

Now to the story:

I had final exams during this time and everyone in my family knew it. I studied a lot and felt fairly confident. I hadn't seen my brother in two days, not that that was something unusual, I never knew/cared where he was. it was the night before my first exam when my mum called me and showed me a picture of my brother jn the hospital. Wires everywhere, plugged to a maschine, huge scar across his skull (his hair was cut away as well). She told me that he was in a coma and that his chances are bad, 30 at max, and even if, he's gonna be handicapped afterwards. I sat down in my room and prayed to god (this was during the time I was converting to Christianity), crying he should save him. I didnt sleep that night and the exam went as expected. I fucked it up as I couldn't concentrate. during this time, my mum used all her money to go see my brother as he was in a hospital very far away. I always prepared food for her for when she came back around 1 am and asked how he's doing. Always prepared with bad news. with this family situation I went into the other two exams, which ended up pretty good. One week later my brother woke up from the coma all well, not handicapped.  However during his coma I was unable to visit him, as I had a lot going on and work as well. My family called me names "betrayer" and "asshole" for not visiting him. I told them I don't see the point in seeing what is basically a living corpse. Yes that was an asshole move not gonna lie. 
I never had a good relationship with my family. They tease me a lot, calling me a loner for staying in my room "all day" amongst other things as well. I always laughed it off. 
One day, my brother was fresh out of rehab, we were kn the family table, the whole family. The usual conversations started. I didn't participate as I am the "black sheep" in the family. I just sat there and ate, sometimes people made jokes about me and I just smiled it off as usual. My brother was appearantly still a master at these jokes. I was fed up. I got up and put my food in the trash and walked out. My mother followed me and asked whats wrong. We got into an arguement.
"They're only jokes, [name]."
I didnt care if they were just jokes. I thought my mother understood as she had to take care od 4 siblings as a kid and didnt have much of a childhood herself (I had a great one, don't get me wrong, I love my mum more than anyone else).
I told her that I regret, praying to god that night. That I wouldn't have cared if he died, as he was only a burden to us and especially me. She god angry (of course) and slapped me and told me to never say those things anymore. 
I should add that during those two weeks, our family had no financial problem and I had enough money to buy some clothes for my little sister and me after a long time (from my own money).
As soon as my brother was back, a lot of money went missing from my mums pocket (~50€)
Next week 200€ went missing from my bank account. We all knew who it was. 
My brother often didnt go to appointments with the doctors, regarding his head/coma. He simply "didn't want to". He always found excuses to not go to work.  I understood for the first half year. The doctors said everything was alright after 3 months. he kept skipping however. He's now back in line and got his life sort of sorted out, still smoking/taking drugs however. I haven't seen my money nor rent he pays to our mum (he works part time now). I've talked about him having to pay rent (or at least help somehow) to my mum recently and she got angry immediately, saying I'm selfish and I just want his room. (for contect: I've had to share a room all my life. I now took the backroom with no windows. it's big enough and I'm more than happy.)
I told her that I just find it unfair how he's being treated lightly, whilst I'm supposed to take all the hits. after she called me selfish again I was done and said that I still haven't changed my mind, that I would still be happy, if god or whatever hadn't saved him. I voluntarily left my own house and am sleeping at a friends house right now.

AITA for saying that I wouldn't care if he had died or now
Note: I did not say "I wish he died", just that we would've been better off.

I don't blame anyone for thinking I'm the asshole, ngl.

telling my mum, that I don't care about my brothers coma