Having a (maybe) little brother, that you’ve known since he was born. But he’s not your mother’s, he’s someone else’s… And one day he was ripped out of your life, and before knowing he was possibly your little brother, and even before knowing that you seen him as a major part of your world, spent days with him, watched him grow up and you baby sat him for fun. Then all that ended suddenly, and now you watch an asshole and a bitch raise him. And all you want to do is be with him, and his half brother, which was also like a brother to you. Luckily your best friend is his sister too, so you always get to hear about him, and you get a glimpse of what he’s becoming. And seeing pictures of him growing up makes you cry yourself to sleep at night. Also knowing where he’s at, and how to see him, and every fiber of your being is screaming at you “GO SEE HIM” but logically you know you can’t because you’re scared you’ll hurt him in the long run. He’s only four now…. And he’s been out of my life since July 2010…. I just want to talk and play with him again, brother or not, I miss him. I miss Trey, and I miss Wesley. I hate Gary and Heather for ever ripping him out of my life, I will hate them forever for all the shit, lies, and heartache that they have caused me, and I regret ever thinking they where second parents to me and that I loved them. I hope they rot in Hell. 

You’re so cute Trey, you’re growing so big, I miss you and I love you my little brother. 

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posted on June 11, 2012