To which I could only reply, "It is."
He said, "my brother is out of control. He isn't here for me right now. He didn't come with me to the viewing or the funeral, and he said he would. He's out drinking, out of his mind, calling me in the middle of the night, not even knowing he's talking to me. This weekend my mother had to go get him. I'm worried about him."
I listened.
His wound has been reopened. He knows how this feels. He doesn't want to feel it again.
Consider this from his perspective.
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