I had a long talk with my other brother and he kind of wants to be in charge of deciding what to do about Mom and Dad.
On the one hand, it’s going to be tough to let that happen because my aunts and uncles think he’s an incapable fuck-up.
Little do they know that, in this one regard, it is I who am the incapable fuck-up.
On the other hand, I absolutely do not want to have to manage this. I don’t think my other brother is a fuck-up. At least, he’s always had my back when I needed it. And, if he wants to do this for them, considering all they’ve done for him, shouldn’t he have the chance?
Here is the terrible thing, though. Even if he is an incapable fuck-up–which he’s not–I don’t care. He’s willing to move back to Illinois. He doesn’t see it as Hell. He wants to do this shit for them.
And I don’t.
So, even if I conceded that I would be “more capable,” whatever the fuck that means, why should that be the metric? Shouldn’t the person who wants to do it be the person who does it?