So I was always very close to my brother, but I keep finding things out that bother me. But I never thought I’d hear something that made me stop wanting to talk to him.
When I was 16, I went to prom with a guy I’d been dating for awhile, Dylan, he had told me he loved me, and all that teenage crap. But for three days following prom he ignored my calls, and refused to talk to me. He finally called me, right before I was supposed to go to school and broke up with me, by saying, “He actually never did love me.” This is after I cared for him when he was sick, quietly sat at home while he and his friend had girls over for drinks, kept his secrets…
I called my sister and sat on the phone crying to her for awhile, And when she got off the phone with me, she was ranting to our brother who lived with her at the time. Saying how angry she was at Dylan, and how she wanted to hurt him for hurting me.
Instead of being a big brother, like I’ve always known him to be, he flat out claims that I must have done something.
His exact words were, “Sure, go ahead and blame the boys, I mean it’s always his fault, RIGHT? It’s not like she could have done something wrong or anything?”
Who the hell says this about their baby sister…
I have to love you man, you’re blood and all. But I sure as hell dont have to like you. Go fuck yourself Shawn.
