My brother spent the evening down there last night after we left, stressing her out and worrying the shit out of her... more shit about our dead nephew. He's not the boys parent, yet this has been his fucking thing since it happened.
I'm angry at him, more than anything. Angry at all of them, burdening my mother time and time again with their fucking problems. We're all a bunch of cowards with low self-esteem and agoraphobia, and she's been a crutch for us our whole lives. I love her, and I hope she makes it through this, but my siblings and I have done this to her.
He better not fucking call me tonight or he's getting an earful.
