Today my aunt told me a story of this man who’s father was a lawyer and his whole life he was raised to inherit his dads law firm. He went to law school, got a specialty in some law related subject, improved his dads firm and when his dad died he sold it and went to university t study medicine. He’d always wanted to be a doctor, but he didn’t want to crush his dad’s dream.
He was 53 when he finally got to study what he’d always wanted, she said he was so happy at his first class. My heart just went out to him.
I love how we never agree on anything and they basically hate my guts, but I have really cute stories about the first time I ever mentioned having gotten my period in front of either of them.
Youngest: He was bugging me about being moody and I basically told him I was having the worst cramps ever and to basically fuck off. He went real quiet and I went to my room to lay down, he came over half an hour later with a glass of water looking really worried. It was precious.
Eldest: I was holding a stained white dress and asking my mom, almost in tears, if it could be washed off, I turned around and saw him standing by the stairs with this blank look on his face. I was 14 and I didn’t know I could feel this embarrassed about anything ever. Mom asked me if I needed pain killers for my cramps and I said yes, completely ashamed of something I didn’t need to be. Later, when my younger brother started bothering me, poking my stomach and stuff my older brother picked him up and threw him on the other couch saying to leave me alone. I wanted to cry.
So yea, they’re jerks, but they were rather sensible about that.