Memoirs

Memoirs, as someone put it, are slices of life. They're just a small but significant portion of the whole story. And that's what this is -- snippets of my story.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

In which my brother won't talk to me

Why is it that when people are mad at each other, I'm the one who suffers the consequences? My younger brother is mad at my parents, my aunt and my older and youngest brother and he won't talk to me anymore because of it. If I call him, he hits the "answer" button but he won't say anything. I didn't do anything . . . He's wallowing in self-pity and he doesn't want to feel any better. That's fine -- that's totally his choice. But it's so sad. He called to whine about overdraft fees and I told him to stop his automatic payments so he'd always know how much money he had. He stopped talking to me. It's like if you won't wallow with him he doesn't want anything to do with you.
~MK

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