Originally, I wasn't close with my brothers and rarely visited the family home. I kept communication to a minimum, which seemed to work fine. However, it appeared they didn't like that... I had a vague sense of this, but since we just couldn't get along, I asked my wife to handle it. But who would have thought it would turn into this? Even talking about it now makes me irritated; there's my wife, standing there, erect and filled with regret.
