Today was emotional, not crying emotional, but thought provoking & comforting ...
Brother & I talked. Really talked. Not idle chat & meaningless exchanges, but really talked. He’s worried about what happens to me if Mum goes into a home or dies. He said he’ll just give me the house, it’s my home now.
I explained about outstanding bills & stuff, but he said use all the cash, stocks etc & pay it off so I have somewhere to live. He’s not making me homeless just for money. I’m ashamed to say I was shocked.
He’s a better person than I gave him credit for, I should have known
He then really surprised me by talking about things I’d done & how good I was at them, how far I could have gone with them. He told me Mum & dad rubbished everything I wanted to do, didn’t support me, so I’d do what they wanted. For years I’ve felt like no one understood how bad that made me feel, but he knew. It’s like a wall, no an entire building, has been pulled off me. My brother saw, understood & wanted me to know that. He’s not one to talk about feelings, but he wanted me to know he knew what I felt.
He talked about how hard I worked to get my exams, while he coasted & got them. How my youngest & his youngest work so hard to achieve, while our eldests coast & fail. He sounded proud of me. It was humbling. I adore my brother, I’d fight anyone who hurts him, but I’m not sure I can say I’m proud if him. That makes me sad. He’s brilliant at his job, I want him to be happy, up until today I viewed his inaction in sorting his private life as taking the easy option. Now we’ve talked, I know it’s been really hard in him
We talked about Mum. How difficult she can be. How she’s not Mum anymore. He thinks she will come out of hospital but he’s not expecting her to be here next year. I’ll be amazed if she makes it out the front door. He thinks she’s tired & will just give up & slip away once home. I think her deterioration is so rapid, she will just give up.
It’s been quiet a day