Yesterday I faced my biggest demon...my brother, the beater. This is something that I talked about doing for some time. He showed at my door. At first I wasn't gonna do anything. I wanted to run and hide. My wife, Margaret, said "why don't you get it over with?" My anxiety level was at it's peak. I took several deep breaths, and opened the door. I let loose of 40 years of pain. I told him how much I hurt because of him. He showed no remorse. I showed no mercy. He left wounded. I hurt him and found no sorrow in doing so. I got tired of crawling. I was tired of carrying this burden. He didn't apologize for the pain he's caused me. I don't want one. I wanted him to know the truth. Yes, he's my brother, but he treated me in such a horrific way all these years. After he left, I felt a huge burden lift form my shoulders. I calmed down fast. A peaceful feeling engulfed me. I had to do it. I knew that if I didn't confront him I would still feel burdened. It's not a loss to have him out of my life. I have no good memories of us. I'm cleaning house and he's just the beginning.
Dave
