you will help me, right?

13

It's been a long time since I remembered the reasons for our falling out with my parents. Lera knew, and the conversation with the others was short. So there was no point in discussing it with anyone. And I didn't really want to remember.

- You remember, right, about my younger brother? - Igor nodded, and I continued making tea and setting the table. - So, before my brother was born, I was the only child. Dad carried me in his arms, mom bought dresses and toys. They loved me, supported me in everything. But then, I went to school, and mom told our family that she was expecting a child. There was no limit to the joy. I was as happy as mom and dad. Grandma and grandpa congratulated us, waiting for the birth of the child. When everyone found out that mom was expecting a boy and also after his birth, they celebrated for a long time. Of course, an heir, a continuation of the family, as if we were living in the Middle Ages.

I put cups, a teapot and a pie on the table. She sat down at the table opposite Igor and continued the story.

- Ilyusha grew up as a good and kind boy, I played with him, walked with him, spent all my free time with him. But the older my brother got, the worse his behavior and character became. Everyone paid attention to him, almost kissed him in the "ass", - smiles appeared on our lips. - I finished school, went to medical school. Even then, I had set goals for my future life. Unlike my brother. Ilya enjoyed the love of all his relatives, the only one who quarreled with him was his grandfather. Grandfather told everyone that he was growing up not a man, but a rag. But who listened to him? When I was in my second year, after another quarrel between my parents, brother and grandparents, my grandfather had a heart attack. He was hospitalized, but they could not save him.

I took a couple of sips of tea and looked out the window. It was already getting dark, we didn't have time to go out into the yard for a walk.

- The parents never drew any conclusions. Grandma took her husband's death hard, moved into this house and didn't want to go back to the city. I was running back and forth from the city, I had my studies, but I couldn't quit them either. This topic was never raised with my parents. I didn't want another quarrel in the family. Over time, things started disappearing from the house. No one could even guess where everything was disappearing to until our local police officer brought Ilya home. It turns out that he was selling our things and going to play in an underground casino. A scandal ensued, dad came to an agreement with the police officer, everything was settled, but things will never be like before.

- Has anyone noticed a change in your brother's behavior? Has he really not shown himself in any way?

- After Grandpa died, he simply withdrew into himself. He didn't talk to anyone. We thought that he simply blamed himself for his death. They tried to take him to a psychologist. I tried to establish a relationship with him, like before. But they just sent me away. Then I gave up all attempts to return our previous relationship - I really missed my brother. We communicated very well and were friends in childhood. - So, after that meeting with the local police officer, my brother became quieter than water. We thought he came to his senses, especially after his father's scolding. Mom defended him to the last, said that we were all to blame for this situation. A year passed, everyone forgot about my brother's games. But then I got a call. An unknown person said that my brother owed them a large sum of money and if we did not bring it, they would deal with him according to their own laws.

Igor drove closer to me and took my hand. His support was nice.

- We found this amount of money, we had put something aside, we took something from grandma, she gave a large amount, we were a little surprised where she got such a sum. And we borrowed something from friends. Having collected the money, we exchanged it for Ilya. When we saw him, we were in shock, he was beaten, his nose was broken, a couple of ribs were also broken. I won’t even mention the bruises and scratches. Again, quarrels, showdowns in the family. I tried to stay away. After all, Ilyusha’s parents were mainly involved in his upbringing. And then we find out that grandma is in the hospital, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It turns out that she was collecting money for an operation for herself, she didn’t tell us anything. She didn’t want to bother us. She didn’t have time, she urgently needed an operation, we had no money. We paid everything back then. The debts have not yet been repaid. While we were looking for where to get the necessary amount, grandma died, - her voice trembled. I experienced her death the hardest. - That’s when I exploded. After grandma’s funeral, at home I said everything I thought about their attitude towards my brother, about his behavior. I screamed, beat him, he listened silently. His parents defended him to the last. But when they said that the situation with his brother was my fault, that I had not taken good care of him as a younger brother, I fell silent. There was silence for a couple of minutes, and then I calmly told them: "Since your mentally ill son is more important to you and you don't notice his problems, and you have long since given up on me, you don't have a daughter."

I took a breath, collected my thoughts, and continued.

- I have never regretted that fight. I would rather live alone and be responsible for myself than live like that. At first, I lived in this house, got a job and continued studying. Over time, I got used to living alone. Then I met Lera, your psychotherapist, she also took part in my life quite a bit. My parents still haven't communicated with me. At first, my brother wrote, called, and sometimes we met. But I treated him coldly and distantly. He tried to improve our relationship. When I started working in my specialty, I began to earn more. I arranged my life almost the way I wanted, my brother showed up again, and this time not for our friendship, but for money. And I stopped answering his calls altogether. That's the whole story. That's why I don't remember them. They were able to abandon me so easily, which means they didn't need me very much.

- Maybe you're wrong and have your own reasons for doing this? I will help you, support you in any situation, even with your brother's problems, if he suddenly appears again.

I leaned over and kissed him. This is my man, the one who will lend his strong shoulder. We sat in the kitchen for a while and went into the living room to watch a movie.

I have never felt so calm. I think if it weren't for this conversation, I would still be tense. While watching another movie, I began to fall asleep.

- Let's move to the bedroom, you're already falling asleep, - Igor extended his hand to me and we went to the bedroom.

There was no s*x that evening, just gentle hugs and kisses. We tried to feel each other not only with our bodies, but also with our souls. After giving him injections and taking another batch of pills, we went to bed, hugging each other, afraid of losing this feeling of lightness that we had now.