I talked to my brother. I straightforwardly told him my concerns about his situation’s
affect effect (fuck you, world, I used to know the difference between those) on our dad’s health. We then had a long, fruitful conversation.
People, let me repeat–I straightforwardly told him my concerns.
I kind of wonder if I’ve been kidnapped by aliens and replaced with a pod person. I have feelings. Confusing feelings.