It was nice to get an invite to your place after not seeing you for a few months. You’re my favorite brother—at least that’s the impression the rest of the family has—and I’d had the uneasy feeling that we were falling out of touch, even though you only live about an hour away. So it took me aback that after we enjoyed dinner with the siblings, you gathered everyone in a circle to have a sort-of “intervention” over my tenuous plans to break up with my partner. Like, the only reason you wanted to see me is because you think I have a problem? And instead of talking to me about it face to face, you approached it like it was something I needed to fix about myself? Not to mention—but I will—the fact that you’re not exactly one to talk, considering that you’ve gone through two girlfriends in as many months.
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