I'm sitting here bawling thanks to a phone call by my brother. I don't know how we can go through the same childhood and come out so completely different. He just put me on the biggest guilt trip in the world and kept telling me he wasn't trying to make me upset... and I kept asking him if he wasn't trying them why was he doing such a good job?

It doesn't help that I feel awful - sore throat, dizziness, headache, congestion. So here I am bawling and making more snot than I already had

Why do I let him get to me so much? He called acting like an all-concerned brother who only wants to help me, yet somehow it felt like a "lets pick on Kim" party. I was chastised for not reaching out and telling him about my surgery... in all honestly it never occured to me to do so -- mom tells me all about him and I figured she tells him all about me. If he was that concerned about my operation he could have called to see how I was. I was chastised for not asking him about his kids.... yet he still hasn't come up to meet Cameron. He refused to see how things he does hurts (like the time he didn't come to my daughter's 13th birthday party because he prefered to stay home and watch the Eagle's playoff game -- they lost BTW) Its gotten to the point where I try to avoid communicating with him because he leaves me feeling like a worthless lump of mush.

I need a hug really bad and nobody is home to give me one