So that’s how he does it. He just packs up his stuff and leaves. The only reason I found out is because I needed to drop something over to his old place right in the middle of his moving out.
It makes me so mad. This is my brother. He’s supposed to tell me what’s going on. He’s supposed to talk to our family. He’s not moving to anywhere close by. He’s chosen an area which is completely foreign to me. We will never see each other anymore. I hate him for this.
This probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to most people but it’s a huge deal to me because I haven’t got much of a support network anymore. My social contact is dwindling and my brother was always the person I felt the least anxious around. He knows our parents are moving soon and he hasn’t even asked if I will be okay. He’s very impulsive, another borderline perhaps?
My family is so fake. We’re supposed to talk to each other, right? We’re supposed to have some sort of idea of what is going on in each others’ lives. I don’t want to have to be the centre of communication in my family. Someone is always pissed off with someone else and I am so sick of it.