Yesterday was my dad’s birthday, and tomorrow is my brother’s. I have not seen either of them for years. My father even lives in the same town as I do.
I “reconnected” with my brother on Facebook a couple of years ago, and his friends had no idea he even HAD a sister. OUCH. I had no idea what to do with that, so I got off Facebook, and doubt I will ever get back on.
The history between my and my father is very complicated, but essentially ended when my mom died. It was unexpected and one of us needed to decide to take her off of life support. I was 24, my older brother was 24, and my younger brother was 22. They walked out of the room, and I had to make the decision to kill my mom.
He had not gotten along with my mom’s sister for over 30 years; yet they were sleeping together before my mom’s body was even cold. I cannot tell you how devastating that was to his children.
I was in the Navy, and had to go back , three weeks after she died. My brothers would call me, complaining about my father and aunt’s relationship. They, of course, were too fucking scared to say anything, so I did. I told my father that it was not right, and he said that he did not care what I thought. THAT was the beginning of the end.
Both my brothers have deserted me. I sent my brothers Christmas cards about 10 years ago, and they called me. My little brother ACTED like he gave a shit(After of course, he said, “but you are the smart one”), talking all kinds of crap about my dad. He said that my dad said he did not know where I was—LIE. My dad had told me, many times, that my brothers hate me.
I envy those whose families stick by them. I lost every bit of support I ever had, when I was 24; I am now 48.
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