Went to see my brother last night, in a last ditch effort to support him emotionally and straighten his ass out. Things got pretty ugly, and stuff happened that I find to be beyond unbelievable. The bottom line is that while I may love him, I sure as hell don’t like him very much. It’s times like this that I’d like to swear off my family name and start a fresh one because I’m sick to death of who I’m related to. The Bro basically has done things worse to me than my mother ever did… If I was where I was at mentally even a couple of years back, I’d have disowned him without a second thought.
As it stands, I had a second thought, and he’s still my brother. He’s a stupid, creepy, vile fuck of a brother as far as my mind is right now, but he’s my brother nonetheless. Half of my support is out of love for him, and the other half is keeping him where I can see him, lest I turn my back on a viper and be struck out of foolishness.
He knows where he stands with me.
That is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
-A. E. Houseman
-from “A Stropshire Lad”
I don’t know if he can ever regain my trust. We’ll see. Something amazing would have to happen. I’ve already forgiven him for being who he is and what he’s done, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten.
I never thought the person that would raise so much bile in my throat would be my brother. Today I’ve gone from disappointed, to furious, to frightened, to enraged, to shaken. Right now, I’m very sad with a side of thoroughly disgusted. I had half a mind to call in sick today.
Enough of that, for now, though. Let’s do some stupid links, dear journal.
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