Now I know my family isn't perfect
Unusually optimistic for me to think otherwise. I never wanted to believe that things were as bad as I thought they were with my brother. He's not a bad guy, he just needs to grow up, but I don't think he even cares to. It's like I left home and grew up to where he should be, but he never left and is still 18. I feel like it's created a big disconnect between us because he doesn't understand life, family, people the way I do. Not that I have it all figured out and I'm some master of the arts, but his priorities are so misaligned that he doesn't appreciate my parents and what they do for him.
Now I've really done it. I've confessed something quite intimate here and I regret it. I hate to expose something this personal. It means (to me) that I'm not half as perfect as I like to picture myself being (I know I'm not), and that I've got to do something. I need to confront him. I need to be a brother and stop pretending to be indifferent because it's supposed to turn out OK.
I'm uncomfortable with this now. So I had a good Christmas until this. Life, huh? Good joke.
Now I've really done it. I've confessed something quite intimate here and I regret it. I hate to expose something this personal. It means (to me) that I'm not half as perfect as I like to picture myself being (I know I'm not), and that I've got to do something. I need to confront him. I need to be a brother and stop pretending to be indifferent because it's supposed to turn out OK.
I'm uncomfortable with this now. So I had a good Christmas until this. Life, huh? Good joke.