The trouble with siblings is that they are people too. Here I go off on my brothers and sister. Keep in mind I am sure I irritate them as much, if not more, as they do me.
David and I used to be best of friends for the most part I think. When I got back from Holy Cross the second time he was like a totally different person. It was a parting of the ways in some aspect.
I admire him today, yet suspiciously. He's nice to me and has two awesome sons.
Lisa-Marie used to hold rides over my head like it was out the kindness of her heart to bestow such a gift to me. Her sarcastic and often demeaning remarks burned deep. God forbid I'd ever get in that situation again.
Unfortunately, instead of begging rides from her, I was begging complete strangers. At least my Mother would willingly help me.
Lisa-Maris has always been the sibling I've gotten along with the best despite all the bad memories.
Jonathan had changed a bit while in Brazil. He is a good kid. I still feel bad for throwing the pencil at him so many years ago.
Not every thing had changed though. He was still a selfish, rude punk when he wanted to be.
l asked him for rides a couple times. I don't believe I ever really got more than an ear full most ot the time. The last straw I still recall vividly. He rudely told me he was not going to help me. I frowned - which he reacted to - because I knew I would never ask for another favor again. Now he pays me, at least he should every month. I only feel bad for not charging him more for rent. Well, some of the time I feel that way.
Mathew is a good kid too. Well, he's always been pretty nice to me. I have a lot of good memories of him.