I do not like my brother

I hate this, it is the second time I see my asshole brother outside when I am sitting in some cafe.. I really do not know for sure if it is him or not because the minute i glimpse him I look somewhere else to avoid eye contact because I do not want ANYTHING to do with him, but honestly, just his mere appearance fills me with anxiety.. I have no idea how I lived with him once in the same house.. He was probably a main reason for a lot of anger inside me and for a lot of things that went bad in my relationship with my mother, which after her departure, it makes me even more mad at him..

All of this makes me even more convinced that I need a brand new start in a place very far from the mental case that is my family.