I've gotten along with my family the exact same way for the past nine years, but the focus has shifted a bit. My brother used to be the center of my frustration, but it's shifted to my mom in recent years. Same intensity, though.
Extended family's a different story. I completely hate my father's side, but I love my mother's side and I wish I could be closer to them but I missed out on that since I grew up so far away and missed all of the friendship moments through my childhood. All of my cousins are great friends, and then there's me and my brother.