Whelp, getting settled in Santa Cruz.
I should probably address this. I lost a brother in 2001. He was 39 years old, 18 months older than I, and my best friend. It caused me a few problems, to minimize.
I have another brother that is 39 months older than me, and I lost him in a different way a month ago.
We are no longer speaking to each other.
It’s kind of a big deal, kind of not, I needed to separate from him as he was my bully, but it puts my 83 year old mother in the middle.
And, I have to confront a few issues. I was close to the brother I lost in 2001 (VFib, for what it is worth), and we coalesced around our hatred of our older brother, and much less, our dislike of our father.
For discussion sake, let’s call the brother I hate Asshole, and the brother I loved/lost FF (Flute Fag).
FF is probably inappropriate, but he would appreciate it.
So now that I have had a meltdown with Asshole, I have to kind of deal with my rage. I legit would have beat him to death if I could have got my hands on him. Luckily, we were two states away, so I don’t have a homicide issue to deal with.
But now, I have to deal with coordinating with my 83 year old mother, who has Parkinsons and an autoimmune disease, to keep my brother away from me, because, legit, I will beat the shit out of him if he gets within a state of me.
I would seriously drive 500 miles in any direction, walk through broken glass, swim a raging river, and climb a mountain to get in the same room with him, just to kick the shit out of him.
That being said, I rode the bike 10 miles today, kind of de rigeur for me. Went to an AA meeting in downtown Santa Cruz, then rode up to Seabright to check out another meeting on the beach, and think I will hit that one next Sunday.
I went to a Masonic meeting yesterday. I have a buddy that lives across the street and so we rolled together to his regular lodge, and it was really good to meet the brothers on the level.
No gym yet, and I have not lived up to my 100 pushups and 100 situps, but I am making an effort everyday.
I am lean AF - probably need to eat more and get in the gym as I am bordering on skinny AF.
So, dealing with my rage, the good news is I start up again with an IFS therapist of Friday.
Perhaps I can figure out why I should not drive five hours from my parents house and beat the shit out of my brother.
I doubt it.