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Wednesday, January 25, 2006
And We Said We Wouldn't Be Like Them 

My brother and I were really close growing up. So close that people used to think that were boyfriend and girlfriend because we were always together. When we were younger we watched cousin argue with cousin and uncle argue with uncle and promised each other that when we grew up we'd never be like that. We'd never fight. We'd never let the time come when we wouldn't speak to each other over trivial arguments as the older members of our family had.

I guess only children can be this optimistic about the future. Because here I sit writing this blog post about my relationship with my brother and I'm writing it in the past tense.

Sometime after the day my mother left in the middle of the night my brother and I stopped talking to each other. Instead of speaking to each other weekly as we had in college, we would speak to each other monthly and then only on special occasions like a birthday or Christmas.

Maybe if we spoke to each other more, we couldn't keep our conversations to the basics, like: "How is your family?", "How's school?", or "How's such and such?". Maybe if we spoke more, we'd have to ask each other questions like: "Why do you think mom left?" and "I'm hurting and I don't know how to put it into words. Do you feel the same way?". Maybe if we spoke to each other more, we'd have to admit that we cried at night and wondered aloud to God, how could our mother just leave us without a word.

So we spoke to each other less. And now since my dad has passed away, we don't speak at all.

This is part of a series of Wednesday posts to my dating blog called: The More Introspective Mad Dater. See Also: Those Three Little Words Were All I Had & Last Friday's Dating Blog Post Was Supposed to be Funny.

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