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Yeah, I just have to get this shit off my chest...
My worry levels spiked this winter, let me tell you... My brother... My beloved brother... He and his wife has had some serious troubles in their marriage since before Christmas... and longer then that... And then, when he called me before Christmas all falling to pieces? He told me she'd gotten an apartment of her own. Behind his back. *sigh*
Not to get into to it much, but safe to say it has brewed this. For a while. I mean, my brother is by no way innocent in all this. But he recognizes that. And he has gotten help through therapy and he also fixed family counseling that they both went to for a while and still do. He has REALLY worked on himself.
But to no avail. And now they've divorced. :-/ So. Damn. Sad.
I am not angry with my brothers ex-wife. Not at all. I just find the whole thing very sad. And I worry about their kids to. They'll live every other week with my brother and then with their mom.
I am worried about her to. There is so much... things that she is doing strangely. She ain't fucking my brother over, don't worry. But there are other things that she does that ain't making sense. Sometimes I think she has... kinda lost herself, if you get what I mean? *shakes head*
My brother is absolutely heartbroken. They meet at school when they were both 16, and she is the love of my brothers life. Still is. And he loves his kids more then anything. He's a wonderful father all around. So this has really broken him down.
He is slowly dealing with everything that comes with a divorce, and we call each other several times a week.
The strange thing is, before all this? Me and my brother called each other about once a month. We talked about an hour when we did, but that was about it. So despite all the sad, I am... in a way... happy we've grown closer to each other again. He says I am his big support right now, despite living 2 hours away from him. I am happy I can be there for him, I really am. He is my baby brother, and I do hope he'll live through this and come out stronger on the other side.
Tough times indeed. At moments like these I am glad I got my fathers patience and steady temper and my mothers stubbornness and strength and both their bluntness and honesty. Seriously. My parents rocked/rocks.
Just had to get that off my chest... :-P
This entry is crossposted between LJ and DW. Comment where you are comfortable.
My worry levels spiked this winter, let me tell you... My brother... My beloved brother... He and his wife has had some serious troubles in their marriage since before Christmas... and longer then that... And then, when he called me before Christmas all falling to pieces? He told me she'd gotten an apartment of her own. Behind his back. *sigh*
Not to get into to it much, but safe to say it has brewed this. For a while. I mean, my brother is by no way innocent in all this. But he recognizes that. And he has gotten help through therapy and he also fixed family counseling that they both went to for a while and still do. He has REALLY worked on himself.
But to no avail. And now they've divorced. :-/ So. Damn. Sad.
I am not angry with my brothers ex-wife. Not at all. I just find the whole thing very sad. And I worry about their kids to. They'll live every other week with my brother and then with their mom.
I am worried about her to. There is so much... things that she is doing strangely. She ain't fucking my brother over, don't worry. But there are other things that she does that ain't making sense. Sometimes I think she has... kinda lost herself, if you get what I mean? *shakes head*
My brother is absolutely heartbroken. They meet at school when they were both 16, and she is the love of my brothers life. Still is. And he loves his kids more then anything. He's a wonderful father all around. So this has really broken him down.
He is slowly dealing with everything that comes with a divorce, and we call each other several times a week.
The strange thing is, before all this? Me and my brother called each other about once a month. We talked about an hour when we did, but that was about it. So despite all the sad, I am... in a way... happy we've grown closer to each other again. He says I am his big support right now, despite living 2 hours away from him. I am happy I can be there for him, I really am. He is my baby brother, and I do hope he'll live through this and come out stronger on the other side.
Tough times indeed. At moments like these I am glad I got my fathers patience and steady temper and my mothers stubbornness and strength and both their bluntness and honesty. Seriously. My parents rocked/rocks.
Just had to get that off my chest... :-P
This entry is crossposted between LJ and DW. Comment where you are comfortable.
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Date: 2013-05-23 07:47 pm (UTC)