I met my half brother when I was 9 and fell in love with him.

I met my half brother when I was 9 (he was 10), I never knew about him. He is from my mothers side. I was so shocked about it and I was also very mad about him being born. <br><br>Then I started seeing him again when I was 12 years old. I fell for him and I had a lot of feelings for him. I was also very angry at him and I didn't know why. I just wanted to hurt him and I was also very jealous.<br><br>That's why I started being very mean to him. I was treating him like a slave and I always wanted him to do things for me. I was also very proud of him, so I was always bringing him up in my conversations. I wanted everyone to know how handsome and smart he is. <br><br>When I was 15 I was sure that I was in love with him. I thought it was gross and wrong so I was also very mad at myself. At this time I was still treating him very badly. I started seeing him again when I was 17. We were alone at home and I started crying because I missed him so much. <br><br>I told him for the first time that I loved him and that I missed him. I told him about all the things I did to him and how I treated him bad. I feel very bad about it. He was sad because of it but he also told me that he loves me. <br><br>He told me that he also wanted to hug me so many times when we were kids. Now we are 20 (me) and 21 (him) and we had a lot of conversations about our feelings. We are in a relationship now and I'm very happy. I love him very much.<br><br>Edit: We don't live together. I live with my mom and he lives alone. We meet almost everyday though.