My brother is staying with me for a month. It’s fun to see him every day. We didn’t grow up together, and only met when he was 10. So we’re still getting to know one another. He’s a punk, but I love him. My kid brother. But one of the challenging things I’m learning about having him here, is that it exposes me to some of my family that I’d rather not be exposed to. Thru him, I get to see and experience what he goes through with my father. Usually – it doesn’t get to me, but last night, he shared an experience he had this weekend and I just about lost my shit. I’m still upset. But I think what upsets me the most, is that, at least for the next month, it will be a “norm” in the house. It bothers me.
My father is … well… abusive. Physically sometimes, emotionally others. And not all the time…. but still. A spade is a spade. It takes a lot to write that. It took me a while to get my brother to even admit it out loud. Now look – there’s something to be said for getting physical – sometimes a well timed shove can wake someone up – That is not the type of physical altercation that I am talking about here. There is no excuse that I can logically come up with to make it ok. I know that man loves his kids… in his own truly messed up way, but he is toxic. It’s why I’ve put up walls and boundaries – to keep me and the kids safe and worry-free.
So here I sit. Knowing that over the next month or so, I’ll likely be (at the very least) hearing more stories, learning more things, and overall, likely cementing why I made the choices I’ve made to step away from toxic people in my life. I try and remember that there are two sides to every story… and somewhere in between lies the truth. But so far, the stories I hear align with everything I know from my past… and I’m not convinced that leopards change their spots. When someone shows you who you are, believe them.
It’s sadly, nice to know that I’m not the only one of us kids who struggled with Dad. But at the same time, I wish with all my heart that I could take that away from him – let him be spared. I’m protective. I don’t want to see my family hurt. I’d do just about anything to keep them all safe and loved. Ugh. It’s rough being a sister sometimes. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Much love neverland. Happy Valentine’s Day!