Stories To the roommate who saved my life tothebrotherswelost, July 20, 2024July 20, 2024 When I was 21 years old, I moved to San Francisco by myself. At that time, I didn’t realize just how lonesome the real world could be. This is the story of how my roommate saved my life, and how I wasn’t there to save his. He was a short…
Stories To the child who blames himself for everything tothebrotherswelost, April 7, 2024July 28, 2024 I hope this letter helps. I hope it’s not too late. Because none of it is your fault. And by none of it, I mean your dad’s drinking. You never once put the beer in his hand or made him drink it all down, So there’s no need to keep…
Stories To the person with a drunk for a dad tothebrotherswelost, November 29, 2023December 27, 2023 The childhood memories I have of my dad are somewhat distorted. But I do remember the vivid sounds of keys rattling outside the front door of our house almost as if someone were scrambling to break their way inside. My body would tense up and, reacting on their own, my…
Stories To the person full of hate tothebrotherswelost, October 24, 2023September 2, 2024 I hated my brother. I hated how easily he made fun of me and beat me up as a kid. I hated how stupid he was and how he was praised for barely passing classes with a āCā average. I hated how he received more attention from my parents than…