When I first moved to Florida, my parents re-landscaped the front of their house. It was there pride and joy. When my parents asked my brother what he thought, he was silent.
When I got promoted at my job, my brother called to say he heard I had been promoted. When I called my brother telling him I was homeless in MA, he was numb.
When my brother purchases a new watch, I will be the first one he contacts to tell how much he paid for it.
When I speak to my father, who I adore, he always mentions that he understands things better than most because he has a DR in front of his name. He is a dentist, but makes it clear that his training was more challenging than that of a physician.
These types of interactions have become more prevalent as I became an adult.
Tonight, I received a text message from my brother stating that he had just used his "points" to purchase a nice dinner. For the first time, I did not respond.
I can now empathize, that my brother and father may be suffering in their own right. However, treatment is a choice. For me, it gives me hope for a better tomorrow-and I hope for them, as well.