I’m better?
I was going to write a post to tell everyone to stop worrying about me. . . that i’m fine. But then i started thinking about it and I’m not really that fine. I don’t really know what to say other than I have no idea what to do about my brother situation. Eric is not talking to him either right now, not by choice but because my brother won’t communicate with us. It’s like he totally cut us out. He is going through some really hard stuff right now and for whatever reason wants to do it alone and I am trying to understand but i just end up hurt and miserable. ACK! I hate being a complainer.
Okay on a happier note: my other brother, Christian, turned 12 today! I was in 11th grade when he was born, I remember getting out of school early because my mom went into labor and then Dustin and I just wandered around the hospital all day since we didn’t want to hang out with mom and watch her go through that much pain. When Christian finally arrived, it was very surreal. . . and has been ever since. Because i don’t have kids (and don’t plan to) he is my surrogate child and i brag about him as if he were mine. He’s so stinkin’ smart, I just love the little creep.
















