My brother called as I was getting up from pre-work nap. I was no ruder than usual when I told him I couldn't talk and rung off, but he took his normal offense and kept calling. I texted him to call after 10pm PST.
He lives in La La Land and feels guilty about not being nearer to our ill father. He tries to force his guilt upon me since I don't visit the land before J, K, and B though I'm within state's boundaries. He understands my primary reason:"home" sucks.
Regardless, J, K, and B all hate going there and I rather be with them. My brother keeps trying to bribe me to visit the old homestead, and I can't convey the fact that I'd rather be with my kids without punishing them by taking along for the visit.
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