My brother came over to visit. After two or three days spent talking, going two steps forward and two back, I finally said all that I could to put an end to the relationship. I felt tired from dragging a dead thing tied to my ankle. He responded: You're just like your mother. My mother stops talking to people in a temper tantrum sort of way: if she doesn't get what she wants she punishes. I stop when I finally figure out the other person doesn't have the ability to stop doing the same thing over and over which I have clearly stated I find offensive. It's an I can't change you but buddy, I sure can change me type of thing. Big difference. Rather than hurting me, it served to simply piss me off. I am nothing like my mother. Thirty years ago had he said that I'd be a puddle of tears. Today I just wonder why he thought that was the worst he might say. It confirmed for me that he didn't know me. That is not where I can hurt. He thought, I would care. He tho
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