I am the unwanted voice of reason.
It's frustrating observing a scene, seeing what the problems are, knowing how they should be addressed, but not being the person from whom the solution should come from. If I were a friend and not a son or brother, I would be listened to. But unfortunately, this isn't the case. And so all I can do is sit here and watch. Knowing that I can't open my mouth without having to hear the criticism and the dismisals. I've come to accept that, and take myself out of the situation (perhaps not physically, but in my ownership of things). It's just sad to see the tears and anger and have to stand aside and do nothing.