Good lord, the summer is half over and I haven't actually seen any evidence that indeed it is summer. I miss the days of having months off at a time and knowing that your days are carefree and that you can do whatever you want with them. Oh, the joys of growing up. That said, I'm going to change the subject.
I have a brother, he's almost four years younger than I am, so we really haven't ever been overly close. When we were kids we'd play together at home, but as soon as we'd leave the house it'd be like we didn't know each other. I'm not sure why, but that's always how it worked. Our friends didn't overlap and the only time we ever went to the same school was when we were younger, when I left our K-6 school, I went into French Immersion, which required me to go to school on the other side of the city. My brother went to the schools in our area, the schools that I went into French Immersion to avoid. The reason? They don't exactly have the best reputation.
My brother and I were not all that close but as we got older, we did stop fighing, we stopped framing each other for our 'crimes', and we started talking a little bit. I've heard that this happens as you get older. My mother insists that she barely got along with her brother and sister when she was younger, but since she became an adult she gets along with them quite a lot better. I'm hoping that this will happen, I'm not sure why, but family has always been far more important to me than I think is healthy.
However, my brother and I can't even be in the same room together anymore. Well, it's not so much him that's the problem, but his fiancee. The girl is terrible, and I can't stand to be around her. My brother arranges to see my mother when I'm not around, and I arrange to see my father when my brother isn't around. It's sad really, because just was we were starting to get along, we don't anymore. And, though my brother hasn't been the best brother in the world, I miss him.
Posted by Michelle at July 31, 2002 02:49 PM