Standing Up For Me

RipOutMyHeart

Brick created on 06/07/2008 @ 02:22

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My mom was telling me today that I'm the reason her life is ruined. My little brother, who is at times my worst enemy, watched me cry for a minute, and then he leaned in close and said, "Just leave. You don't have to listen to her." He watched me sit alone at the kitchen table and eat our Independence day meal as my mother paced and screamed at me, and when she walked away, he leaned in again, saying, "Jessica, are you okay?" My mother came back, still yelling, and as I started to cry again, he stood up and said, "Mom, just leave her alone. This is your fault, not hers."

I'll never tell him this, but that meant so much to me. He not only showed concern, but he said something to that screaming monster of a woman, a feat that even I rarely have the courage to do. Thanks, JD. I love you, man.

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06/07/2008 @ 03:14 Sehquethel said

Aww... okay... Yea. This is going to sound lame. But that made me cry. -.-
-sigh-
See? He's not so bad.
06/07/2008 @ 08:50 UMxx said

Don't hate me for this ROMH - but somehow you are going to have to find a way to tell your little brother this. I know that men are raised from boys who are meant to just be men and defend their families but I think what your brother did showed real courage and love. Even if you write him a note on the inside of a popcorn bag in finger paint it is important for you to know that you can value his good characteristics (something I fear that maybe your mum doens't do much for either of you) and for him - well he will be a dad or someone with responsibiilties for other people and he needs to know what he did was really important. This is a really big deal for him to get feedback even if he is an annoying little brother.
He sounds like such a good soul and you know he sounds like the best bit of family you've got. Do you think this is a moment that you might forget? I reckon there is a chance that you might remember this for a long time.
ROMH, my mum wasn't an alcoholic and she wasn't a screaming monster either - but I was told the same things about being a mistake and all of the opportunities she might have taken to get rid of the pregnancy. It wasn't very often said in spite except when she was in one of her hateful black moods but it still hurt and I have spent most of my life feeling like I am an not valid. It was my older brother who was my supported and we are nothing alike. Just recently I went to spend an afternoon with him and his family - they live in a northern city and he said he didn't want to pry into my depression and the reasons for it - he knows I could tell him if I had wanted. He said "I have loved you everyday of your life and I always will". Love and like are just so different. Please tell JD some small thing - he may be unsure of the difference between love and like. UM xx (sounding like a granny I know)