My brother and I haven’t been very close throughout our lives. We’ve always been in different places in our lives (we are 7 years apart) and then also our family isn’t very close. I can honestly say he’s nearly a stranger to me, so that makes it really strange when we sit down to talk how much we have to say.
He came by our house to talk about house sitting while we are in Ireland, I went over all the annoying little details that we deal with everyday because we have a house, bills and little furkids to take care of. That all seemed to workout just fine.
Then we started to talk about our family and it was so weird to have someone totally understand what I meant. My whole life I’d gone on and on about the weirdness that is my family and never had anyone that could relate.
We talked about how distant our family is and that we don’t say “I love you” to each other. We talked about how my dad is a very unemotional person and that neither of us has ever seen him cry (although I think he may have nearly cried when the dog was injured once). We talked about grandma and her mixture of pure evil and insanity. I even kinda broke it to him, by accident, that our parents had supposidly divorced at one point only to get back together when our mother was pregnant with me.
In fact, all night I kept referring to our mother as “my mom” and had to keep correcting myself, because in fact she’s also his mom.
We talked about drugs, if you can believe it, and relationships a little. We talked about what we wanted to do for careers since ironically he wants to be work in video and I want to work in photography.
For so many years he was the annoying little brother, he was just there and was not someone I could really converse with. I wondered for a long time if we would ever be able to. It’s still not as easy as it is for most people but it’s a step in the right direction.
Now I just have to go hide all my toys and stuff before we leave, this could take a while.