Last night I actually cried. More than the hormones it happened when my mother and brother wouldn't stop this decade old fued. This is just ridiculous that I've figuratively lost my brother just because, because. If those magic wands existed that could fix everything existed, this would be a time I would be using it. At least for us. I'm not them and I wish he would understand that. I guess I have to just stop stressing over things I can't fix. Not good for me, not good for baby.