Well I'm in the doghouse with my brother, again, it seems.
See, it's his birthday on Tuesday, so of course he decides to grace us with his presence yesterday. And then wants to go out for a meal. Originally I said I would go but then I thought about it. My gran will be there. Last time I went out for a meal with her, I had to fight off an anxiety attack all evening. Chest pains, shortness of breath, everything. Which completely evaporated when I got home, and away from her. So I told my mum I wouldn't go, and when she passed the message to my brother, his response was a sarcastic 'thanks'.
It annoys me because he won't even try to understand my point of view, and because I know damn well he won't even bother to call me on my birthday on Friday. In fact he never gives a damn what anyone else in the family wants. He didn't even call my mum on her birthday even though my gran reminded him the day before. We fell out then because I called him and had a go at him.
Me and my brother do get on, generally speaking, but it feels a bit strained at the moment. Mind you, for me everything feels strained at the moment.
Although on the bright side, yesterday was a good day, anxiety-wise, and so far today has been too. Spending time with my lovely boyfriend is right now the only thing that keeps me sane.
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