I’m gonna have to move out. My brother blows up randomly almost every other night now. My mother reacting to him doesn’t make it any better. These people are old enough that they should know better, I think it’s time for me to move on and move out and see what I can do. It’s been far too long in coming, I’m too old to get started. But that’s what has gotta happen if I’m going to survive long term.
I wish I could go back ten or fifteen years to warn myself that I shouldn’t be patient. People don’t change, and their relationships don’t change. At least not for the better.
I know they probably can’t help the way they are, but I gotta have at least some compassion for myself. I’ve taken their long-standing fight out on myself too long, time to start doing what’s right for me.