You know I get sweaty palms and all nervous whenever my parents hand me the phone to talk to him. I think it has to do with the fact that I disapprove of what he is doing in his life yet seriously abhor, like have a phobia of confrontation. I don't want to get into a fight, so I just don't talk to him at all. Which is another sad state of affairs.
Especially considering that at one point in our lives, Gabriel was my advocate, he took many a name calling (or worse) on my behalf. I can't figure out what happened (actually it's very complex), but he feels I became the good girl, the "favored" child and we've not gotten along ever since.
I can't help it if I learned from his mistakes. Sigh.
Anyway, he's coming to visit this weekend. I didn't really think all that much about it until today. My brother is coming over to MY HOUSE. He's never, ever done that before. True, this is the first official house we've ever had but he's never been to any of our previous apartments. We've always met up at his house (once) or my parents house (twice? I don't see him very often).
I got all paranoid. I made a HUGE list, two pages long, of things I want to clean, organize, straighten or otherwise make presentable.
How weird is that?
My brother with my niece, Gabby in September of 2006. This is the most recent photo I have of him although I did see him for Christmas in 2007. I can't find those pictures though.