Rant The Second: And Then She Was Gone

So the younger brother comes home from work one Friday and lets us know that he is going to try and reconcile his differences with the mother of one baby girl. We expected this. I think they were in constant cell phone contact the entire time they were apart.

A typical day for my brother would be to hang up his cell walked up to the house from the train. Then rather than take baby girl right away it was time to make a pot of coffee and change out of work clothes. Baby girl time followed and it might last till bed time but often it was a brief period until the mother's cell number popped up on the caller ID. The it was on and off the phone all night with brief respite for food and sleep.

We knew that the mother, of one baby girl, was still very much in the picture. We did not know that an apartment had been rented and that my brother and baby girl would be moving out the next morning. When asked how long he had been planning this he told us, "Since Monday, but I wasn't going to tell you and have to spend a week living with your anger."

That was one of those moments that goes on the list (or tops the list) of reasons, of how I can love my baby brother, but often I just don't like him very much.


When my older brother had his kids I was a much younger man. The idea of that kind of responsibility was overwhelming in the balance of things. I liked spending time with his children and it was fun watching them grow up, but being in their presence never inspired any kind of longing to have children of my own. I wanted to be my own man, to drink and play and spend money without a thought of tomorrow.

This time it was different I was a thirty year old man. I was intimately involved in the day to day care of baby girl right from the get go. I was more than a little attached. This was taken away without even the pretense of consideration. Yeah, I was more than a little angry.

So rather than deal with my anger, resentment and depression I plugged myself into video crack (aka video games) almost every waking hour. I didn't even read much. Sure maybe some light fantasy or a space opera but nothing that would actually force me to think much. My evening exercise ceased entirely. One cannot be alone with ones thoughts that long. I stopped checking my email as it had become this albatross, this place where my blog sent comments and how could I possibly think about talking about things I refused to even think about. No that was best kept in the dark and forgotten about.

That pretty much explains most of the gap in the blog. Next time... Rant The Third: Death of Video Crack or Vacations for the Out of Work ... Where in we discuss how I slowly come back to a semblance of normalcy (still crazy but the usual amount of crazy). This entire thing is starting to get too long. I might have to wait a few days on Rant the Third and talk about the Alien Overlords or perhaps work on the Master Plan (to take over the world).

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