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My brother and I were always fairly close but not now. For years now I have felt he hates me and I’m not really sure why but I do have some thoughts that run deep in my mind however; I keep my opinions to myself. Even though I feel this hatred from him, ironically he was one of the people who literally saved my life. If it wasn’t for my ex-girlfriend Lisa who raised the alarm bells and called him and my older sister, I would have died, literally! So much for a loving and caring girlfriend and her two mongrel fucking kids at the time who were watching me die right in front of their eyes!

When my brother and sister arrived, my brother’s words were, “You either come to the hospital now or we carry you out in a box in a week. I am not leaving without you anyway sweetheart, so get ready, we are going to the hospital now.” I knew I had no choice and agreed to go but I had to make one thing clear first. I begged them not to tell Mum I was ill. I didn’t want her to see I was dying and I couldn’t bear to see her cry.

Getting back to my brother, even though he and I hadn’t been on good terms, I felt this brought us a bit closer but that was short lived. It was a few months later when I was still recovering at home, my brother and I had an argument about something stupid and he just had to bring my personal life into it. He of all people had now overstepped the mark as well but for the last time. I was getting sick and tired of others, especially him and their opinions. How dare these people be mean to me and to tell me how to live my life and who I should and shouldn’t be with! Go fuck yourselves! I knew it was time to completely cut myself off once and for all, not only from him but also to those who insult my lifestyle. Good riddance!