My brother came into town last weekend. It was just him, and I could already see the difference in him being free from his family for a while. My brother and I have not gotten along well for the past year or so, what with his "Rhonda is on drugs," and "Rhonda is in big trouble" kick that he's been on. But, surprisingly he was pleasant to be around. He stayed at my apartment, we went for dinner, we talked, we...bonded.

And it was so nice. I just don't talk to my girlfriends from college, and the ones I have here in town just aren't "real" friends. I was able to open up about so many fears I have and how alone I have been feeling lately.

He assured me that this won't go on forever, that I will meet somebody, that I didn't use up my chances for love on Paul and Robbie.

He confided to me how trapped he felt in his marriage. How he doesn't love his wife anymore. How he is not attracted to his wife anymore. How he misses the excitement of life.

It's amazing that I want what he has and he wants what I have...and yet we have the exact same feelings.

Is anybody ever really happy?

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