The Contrarian
You always think you are right. You told me how to fix my unbroken life. You didn’t like my choices. You gave me unwanted bad advice. You thought you were helping.
Will I ever be able to get you to understand that I’m fine. Can you ever accept my decisions? Your helping, shut me down. I was scared every time you came over to see me. I was afraid to talk to you, even about the weather.
Your advice never helped. Your admonishments never put me on a path to your version of God. Your critiques of my wife never changed anything, because nothing needed to be changed.
You will have a day very soon without me. You are going to loose your only living family member. You will no longer be able to advise.
Will I see a brighter day with my sister? That is the question I ask myself every day. I tell my wife it is because she is stressed. I ask her to forgive you, to ignore your words. But she can’t.
Your pain will be real. Your tears will run down your cheeks. Your thoughts and prayers will not sooth your pain. Because you will know that there are no more days with me and you will regret your unwanted advise your unwanted opinions, and your lack of truly accepting and loving your only brother.
