I never wanted my dad to remarry. The idea of replacing my mom seemed absurd to me, but he went ahead and did it anyway. I don’t know how he could have possibly have ever thought that I would accept them into my world, though. I didn’t want a new mom, and I certainly didn’t want a step brother stealing away my only living parent’s attention. I vowed to myself on the day that they got married that I would always be better than him, that I would always outshine my step brother in every way that I could, so that my dad had no choice but to look at me.
Life doesn’t always go to plan though, and I know that know. Things change, and so do people. The only things that are certain in life are what have passed and even then, no one person could ever truly understand the whole story. That’s how I lost the man I loved. That’s how I lost the person who I’d never accepted as a brother, but had always been family to me, and now I need to find a way of getting him back.