Since my mothers' passing and with each year going by me, I've come to realize that I seemed to have stepped into your shoes as the family nurturer and protector but at the same time I feel that I failed in regards to the mental upset that my brother went through.
My dad remarried less than a year after my mom died. How he went about is was pretty fucked up and to this day I have never once congratulated him on his decision. I do understand why he did it (he isn't cut out to be alone) but the whole situation is shady, shady, shady! I will probably go into detail about it later one day but right now, that is not the focus of this blog post.
My brother lived with my dad at this time and when my brother tells the story, I'm become so enraged. First, my brother was manipulated badly (he was a momma's boy and he needed a maternal figure), how my dad turned his back on his only son when it suit him (my father is hugely passive-aggressive) and just how my brother was being mentally beat down and destroyed. It hurts me to know that my dad allowed it (I'm not saying my brother was or is completely innocent) but even with the bad sides to my brothers personality I know the type of person that he is and I can see he is hurt even still and he has lived in Georgia for close to two years.
I can't help but feel torn. I love my father but I don't like parts of him because I don't believe my mother would have let this train wreck happen but if I look at how my father was raised, I guess I can't really be all that surprised.
It still doesn't stop it from it from hurting though.
