The boyfriend has a very close relationship with his brother. They see each other twice a week to hang out and grew up being each other's best friend. I remember several months into our relationship I told him he was lucky to have a brother. He was first going to joke, but then looked over at me and
The last few years it has been easier to let go of this tradition because I had him, and he used to make me so calm that I forgot I was alone. I could unburden myself to someone who wanted to carry the load and my anxiety weighed less on my heart. I miss that more than I want to admit. When one overthinks all the time they need some help, lol. Or read, and have imagined siblings.
Sorry I don't have any book review today, but I spent some time playing a word game, listening to Let George Do It (Old Time Radio), watching Outlander and only some reading.