Me: He's touching me
Brock: I'm not touching her, I just have my finger right by her face.
Me: Mom, tell him to quit...he's touching me...wah wah wah.
And then the most ridiculous thing happened that shut us the heck up. My mom slammed on the breaks and dropped the F-bomb. Now, my mother is a woman of peace. She does not cuss, and is usually the pretty calm one. When this happened we just shut right up because the ish was about to hit the fan. I don't really remember what happened after that. If we got in trouble when we got home or if we just quietly skirted to our rooms to make sure that D-Day wouldn't happen that day.
But this is where it gets funny...my brother and I are very close now. Not close where we talk to each other daily or anything like that but the big stuff that matters we actually talk about. Have normal conversations. I watch his kid and he can watch mine. I'm going to be in his wedding next summer as a bridesmaid (obviously for his fiancee and not him) but still. He has respect enough in me that he wants me in it. And he of course was in my wedding. Funny how a few (10-15) years ago we hated each others guts but when something goes down he will be one of the first I call or email. It's nice to have him and his family close by so if I want to see him I can. Or if I have something to give him I can swing by. It's just nice that we don't have to have our mom screaming at us to get along. Maybe we should be thanking her for not pushing us together but letting us come together. Whatever way...he is definitely my friend!
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