The First of Me

     The song "The First of Me" by Hoobastank does a good job of really summing up most of my feelings. But that's irrelevent right now, now I want to talk about my brother, Rob. He's in the Navy, pretty standard military type person. He used to be my hero, my friend, my "one person I can always count on" person. That all changed after I told him that I was gay.
     That was a nice day. His response to me was rather...shocking. "If you're a homo,you're a homo, I have nothing left to say." It turns out that he meant that literally; Since July, my brother and I have not spoken. At all. And honestly, I have mixed feelings on that. I feel like he deserves to be completely cut off from. Yet I also feel like it was a big slap in the face,to me.
     I used to be so proud to say that Rob was my brother, and how cool he was, and yadayadayada. At this point in time, you couldn't pay me to say anything good about him, nonetheless, talk to him.
     I feel like I should cut me off. I feel like I'm the one son that lives an outragoues amount of time away from home, not because I have to live their, but because I choose to so I can avoid my family. I have a feeling that that is what is going to happen. Maybe I'll come home once a year,maybe not. And when I come back, how angered I am to be there, yeah...I'm going to be "that guy". But I think I'm okay with that.
     So that was my post on how my brother and how angry I'm going to be,as long as he is in the same zip code as me.