D's oldest brother is a complete asshole, but apparently he's gotten better over the years, which makes me shudder in horror. D handled being around him better than I did, but he brought out the bulldog in me. I have nothing good to think about anyone who could be mean to D, and I was reacting to my own father's abuse still lurking in my own head.
What a prick.
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