I am woken at 6:30 this morning by my brother, who is calling to reconfirm that I am UNinvited from his wedding. After trying to get back to sleep for a few precious minutes, I decide to give up and focus my remaining energies on M., who is feeling ill and needs to go to the hospital. (Everything seems fine, for now. –wohali). Then I had to deal with sitting in a hospital waiting room for at least two hours, maybe more.
After all of that, I am here, stumbling blindly through my day, trying to make sense of it all when everyone else around me seems to be crashing down.
I will continue without him. I am strong, with or without the spineless, emotionally crippled, dependent weakling known as my brother. He can choose to follow me or exclude me, but he certainly can’t choose to undo the pain he’s caused me now.