it's only me...

Finally beginning to recover from the body blow dealt to me by my beloved brother. At least Mrs McMuffin has the small comfort of knowing that it all had nothing to do with her. The sad thing for me is that my brother seemed to be doing so well. He had made all sorts of changes in his life, and I no longer felt the urge to call him a psycho. I was beginning to quite like him. He appeared to have lost the edge of violence that always seemed to be around when he talked to me, or anyone else for that matter. But I guess all of that was nothing more than a veneer, and lurking underneath was all the madnes and violence just waiting for an opportunity to pounce. I wonder how he tells the story of the incident to himself? I wonder if he paints himself as the righteous man finally able to tell me the truth? Families are very, very strange. What more can I say?

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