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Originally posted by FG725
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Originally posted by Leo.M
here i have some of it 😖hifty:Yes, I understand the ickyness of that title, but it is true. This is not a rant or a rave, but a confession that is long overdue. I'm assuming if you clicked on this title that you are able to stomach disturbing situations. If you can't, then you have the option now to click the "back" button. I've warned you.
First of all, I spent 17 years not knowing my brother. When I was unknowingly in the womb, by parents divorced. My father took custody of my two year old brother and moved to Seattle. My mother was considered mentally unstable at that time, so she was not eligable for custody, nor did she try. With the help from her mother, she came to her wits when I was an infant and successfully raised a well-adjusted young woman. However, that is another story all together. I digress. . .
I grew up never knowing my brother. I've heard him mentioned every now and again, but my parents never kept ties. All I knew was that I had a brother named Matt in Seattle that was almost three years older than I am.
I was 17. It was summer vacation and I was about to be a senior in highschool. My mother announced that my brother was seeking family ties, and wanted to meet us. He was to stay with us indefinitely, possibly to the end of the summer. I was excited to meet my estranged brother. I've been the only child and for years I've dreamed of having a sibling.
When he first came through our door, my mother embraced him with a comfortably that denied the years of not knowing him. However, I was not that comfortable. It was odd between us at first. We didn't know how to approach each other or how to talk to each other.
That evening, my mother had to go to work (second job). We had dinner together and talked for the first time. I told him I planned on going to U.T. Austin to major in history. I wanted to be a teacher. It turned out so did he! He was a sophmore at the University of Washington. He was studying to be an English teacher. We had so much to talk about. I never realized how much in common we had besides our parents. We look nothing alike, but we both come from very good genes, and I remember thinking that he was hot, but I didn't think anything more of it.
We spent the whole week together getting to know each other and having fun. I felt sorry that he had to sleep on our very uncomfortable couch, so one night I innocently asked him if he wanted to climb in my bed, since it's pretty huge. He hesitated, but agreed. I felt comfortable with him. After all, he was my brother. Half way through the night, I started feeling cold, so my body automatically drew closer to his for warmth. I remember \too.
It was just getting to the good part!!!