it’s important you like his friends:
So, you managed to fall in love! that’s AWESOME! CONGRATULATIONS! you’re euphoric. the sex is beautiful. you make extreme eye contact when he’s deep inside you. he inspires you to be brave and take over the world. you can look at eachother and know exactly what the other is thinking, without saying a word. you laugh SO HARD at the exact same things, it’s like you’re little kids again! tickle fights ensue and you want to hug him/SQUEEZE him sooo tight and never let go, cuz you can’t believe you’ve found the LOVE of your life……….AND THEN YOU MEET HIS ASSHOLE FRIENDS! epic love story RUINED!
after i broke up with my ex, every once in a while i thought about getting back together with him. maybe I’d just suck it up and get married and pretend nothing bad every happened between us. i thought, ‘I’ll just accept his flaws, hope he accepts mine, and this will be our life.’ but SOMETHING always popped up. something that love and growing up and therapy could never change: I HATE HIS BROTHER.
from the first time i met my
ex’s brother (i remember it as if it was yesterday) it was at the beauty bar on Cahuenga. it was loud. i REALLY wanted him to like me and i immediately put my foot in my mouth; saying something about his parents not being together and my parents not being together. i guess i was trying to show that i could totally relate to his childhood or whatever? who knows? i blew it. but i didn’t think THAT was gonna be my only shot!as my relationship progressed (it lasted 5 years), i was always a bit nervous around mean bro. mean bro’s silent gaze/aloof nature made me feel super duper uncomfortable. and because of the fact that boyfriend and mean bro were in a band together, it was nearly impossible to escape being near him. SHIT! at shows, on the tour bus, planes, traveling, parties. bf, mean bro, and me. i would even hang out with MB’s girlfriend every now and then. (because we were the girlfriend, we got lumped together when
the band had band stuff to attend to. it’s in the how to be a band dude’s girlfriend rulebook.)she’s lovely. even now i have a place for her in my heart. i ALSO got along with their mom and other brothers too! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY WAS THIS SO HARD?
the MAIN problem was the relationship between my boyfriend and his brother. THEY were caustic. They were opposites who worked together. my bf liked to argue and be a brat with his self righteousness that buried itself deep down into peoples (and more importantly- his brothers) skin. i became an extension of my bf to the mean bro. i was never looked at or spoken to as if i were my own person.
