I’m on my own. What I mean is, I have no family. I have no family that I’m willing to acknowledge, anyway. I know, we don’t pick our family. We only pick our friends. But I have found myself in a position where I had to jettison both sides, paternal as well as maternal, for the sake of not accruing any more fucking emotional battle scars. And I’ll share this with you, which is the greatest nemesis in my life turned out to be my own identical twin brother. And you know why? Because he married a horrible woman. He couldn’t control her and he wouldn’t control her. So, in a vain effort to rediscover his lost manhood, he turned me into his fucking foil. I know this isn’t the forum to go into detail, but suffice it to say that I took his shit and his wife’s shit for 25 years without once returning fire, yet I’m the asshole. Over the course of those 25 years he’s twice threatened me with physical violence. I never in my life would’ve thought that the worst person in my life would turn out to be my very own twin brother. He’s not only the worst person in my life, in a way he ruined my life. What a piece of shit. Claims to be a good Christian man without any acknowledgment of his role in destroying our relationship. We haven’t spoken for two years and we never will again. I can’t describe the feeling of betrayal. To watch my brother, my fucking identical twin, slowly but surely become just like the bitch he married was heartbreaking. For decades, he has behaved exactly like a woman undergoing menopause, such is his level of emotional maturity at this point in his life. I took care of our elderly mother for nearly 20 years completely on my own with no help from my two brothers. Only once did I ask those two assholes for help, and that was at the 13-year mark. I needed to rediscover or reconfigure my life. They both said go to hell, with my twin brother labeling my request for help a distraction. Our mother was a distraction. Needless to say, I was the only one standing bedside, holding her hand at the time she died in October 2024 at the age of 96. I never received a single call from either side of the family asking me how I was doing. As a consolation, as I draft this message, I’m sitting on my back deck at my home in Maine just enjoying the shit out of this beautiful evening. Earlier, I took a 15-mile ride on my E bike through and around the back roads of central Maine. I am sipping on an adult beverage that contains unsweetened black tea and real lemon, just so I can convince myself the Lord Calvert won’t affect my kidneys in a negative way. Oh well, I suffer from kidney stones so I can fairly claim that I’m medicating! It’s sad to watch our country disintegrate. It’s even sadder to be the center pivot watching my own family do the same fucking thing.