I look at my brother and think, "Wow, he's eight years old now." I forget that he isn't old enough to understand my situation or relationships between my boyfriend, my parents, my sister, my cousins, or my friends. Then I realize it was his birthday, just yesterday. Seeing him so happy that he starts to tear up, but not so much that he hides his happiness because he's embarrassed to cry. Haha, I love seeing him excited to celebrate his birthday, and being able to spend the day with him is just a great feeling.
At the end of the day, I deal with, I don't know what to really call it.. It's making me rethink if I'll be able to tolerate both of them constantly disagreeing with each other when we're all together again. I can't stand the stress, the fighting, the screaming, or having to deal with the both of you and having to comfort the both of you at the same time. It's so fucking hard. If it comes to you two not coming to some sort of conclusion, I'm not going to hang out with either of you when we're together. I mean it. I have friends that I can chill with. I don't always have to hang out with you two. I only do it because I choose to. Because I love you guys. But if you two honestly can't get along, then I won't deal with you guys either.
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