Hard Stuff

My other brother’s going through some shit with his son and I basically told him yesterday that it’s okay to fuck up and not know what to do. It’s okay to fail in ways that you know you’re going to have to apologize for later. You can not know what to do so you just don’t do anything. It’s not great and it sucks, but…

I think my ex-sister-in-law always assumed my brother was her back-up plan. If her life didn’t work out, she could always get him to take her back. Him getting married seems to have thrown her for a loop.

It’s more complicated than that, of course. But it’s also not.

Anyway, it’s depressing me to think about. You like to think that there are adults in the room, but you get in the room and you see the adults are you and you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. And you realize no one ever has.