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Uh, honestly, kinda struggling a little at the moment. I come from a pretty crappy family, and as I got older, I learned the best way to deal with them was to let them drift away and separate myself from them. The only person I kept in contact with was my younger brother, and I've always held that relationship as a core part of who I am and how I interact with others. The friendships I form with people are more like sibling relationships and I treat people like I would my own brother, the teasing, the playfulness, the fierce need to protect and look out for them.
Anyway, that's how it's been my whole life, our mother is an alcoholic and a drug addict, so I always looked out for him, and being 5 years older, I did my best to shelter him from the crappier things that happened around us. I suppose that lead to the people we became, as I regularly speak up and confront that which I think is unfair or wrong, and he sticks his head in the sand until it all blows over.
For a long time, that's been fine, it's just how things were, and when he was still in highschool, our mother was going through a particularly bad breakup and I managed to find myself in a position to have him move in with me. Conveniently, I lived near his school, so it was an easy argument to make, since I had work and my own place I was renting, and I just did my best to take over as not only a sibling, but a parent, as best I could.
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