I have one brother
I love him more than anyone else in the world. He is 2 years older than me and we have very similar sense of humor.

Even though when we were younger I broke his nose 3 times, and in turn he has broken my nose once, broken my wrist and bruised the bone on my elbow.

We are a bit screwed up, mostly because of our doting father who used to tell us "your grandfather offered your mum money to have you aborted" and such other nice things. Because of this we both have issues trusting anyone other than eachother.

As we got older and all the childish fighting stopped, he has been there for me through thick and thin. He was there for me when depression and alcoholism threatened to end me, he was there when I made a very bad decision and moved in with possibly the creepiest man in the world who made him uncomfortable by telling him what I was like in bed, he was there when i stupidly got back in touch with my previously mentioned doting father and gave me somewhere to stay when i was too scared to go home incase he showed up.

In turn I stopped him getting evicted, gave him a shoulder to cry on when our grandfather died, and again when our gran sadly passed away aswell.

For a while we didn't talk as he ended up with very severe depression and tried to kill himself, which led to him being sectioned. Unfortunately it was me that called the police and had him carted off to the hospital so he really didn't want to talk to me at the time.

Since then he has mostly recovered and is back to being his weird but awesome self. We both still have a lot of issues with our father and I look forward to the day he can learn to put things behind him, like i have started to do.

So, incase you ever read this bro, I love you to bits and wouldn't have you any other way. Every day I thank whatever god there might be that you didn't succeed in killing yourself. I don't know what i'd do without you.

Apologies for lack of funny
(panda_sam, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 10:50, Reply)