A Spoonful of Consignment

My brother is getting married. And there's nothing I can do about it. I want him to be happy, I really do. I mean, heck, he's my older brother. I love him with all my heart. I want him to have to experience the least amount of pain or disappointment possible. That's why I'm having a hard time accepting it.

Heh. A really hard time. I've really got nothing against her. She seems nice enough. I just have a hard time believing this "personal revelation" card he's playing because of the situations surrounding it. And personally, knowing my brother, I don't think he's anywhere close to ready to be married. I think that was pretty evident in his Fall semester relationships.

The fact of the matter is, it's not my choice. It was never my choice with my parents getting divorced, my sister eloping, or my dad choosing bitterness instead of peace. It's just hard, you know? Seeing people you love make decisions that bring them pain, especially when they can be avoided. It really hurts your heart.

Maybe my premonitions about this are wrong, but I haven't really been wrong yet.

I am not an ill-willed person. I promise.