Others quietly shape relationships in ways that leave lasting wounds.
For much of my life, I felt that my brother’s needs received immediate attention while mine were expected to wait.
When I needed help with college, I learned to manage on my own.
When he needed assistance, support appeared more readily.
Rather than allowing resentment to define me, I focused on building a career and creating stability through my own efforts.
Yet standing in that house after my father’s death, I found myself confronting many of those old feelings again.
Loss has a way of bringing unfinished emotions back to the surface.
