Thanks I Assume

Growing up there was nothing I hated more then my brothers. Honestly until about a year ago they really irritated the piss out of me, and I could not say I ever loved them. I guess it is this brotherly love/hate relationship we have growing up. Most of the time we would get along, but there would be something we would always fight about. I am going to be honest as well...

We have gotten into it a few times; normally it would involve us rolling around on the ground exchanging a few punches. One of us would eventually back off ,when we realized who had the upper hand. However as much as we did get into it, the worst we ever did some were bruises, and cuts.

We would always piss each other off as well. Typically it would be one of us going through each others things, or wearing each others clothes. Just stupid things, and when we would be at school everyone always complained about how much we hated our siblings. Yes, there was a time when they did annoy the hell out of me.

However in the last year I have realized this. There is nothing that means more to me then my little brothers. All 4 of them in fact. I came to the conclusion, that almost everything I have based my life around so far is them. Every place I travel to in the back of my mind I am thinking, “What stupid ass thing can I get for them that they will get a scream out of?" Normally I find something stupid and cheap thing, they think is the coolest thing in the whole world.

It has become my routine in life. Get up in the morning and get their asses up for school, and to the bus stop. By 2 PM I am done with work, and the gym, so I go and pick them up at school. Normally around 6 this also involves me making some kind of dinner. My Mom is a single parent, and she is a nurse who works at the hospital. So, she normally comes in at 6:30. I guess when her and my step dad got a divorce the role of “Man Of The House" kind of fell on my shoulders.

For years I complained about it, but when we moved last year. I just sucked it up, and took the deck of cards I was dealt. In all honesty I feel my brothers have really shaped who I am more then my Mom. I really get more of a kick sitting around playing Halo 2 with them, listening to the days stories about what happened at school, then I do being around my gay friends in Mid Town. I prefer watching them do stupid shit, and just like to make fun of their bumb asses at times.

They truly, right now, are the thing that I live for in my daily life. They truly are the only people I would bend over backwards for, and would do anything to protect. In my mind they would be the only people on the planet I would die to save.

As much as they still annoy me, they are what I am thankful for this holiday season...