A week ago my brother’s girlfriend broke up with him. My baby (22 year old) brother, who's known for being a typical guy with strong features, calloused hands, and a masculine personality, was broken up with. It was devastating. Like many breakups, he took it hard and it was weird to see him in such a vulnerable situation. Although it was a short lived relationship, it was his first love.
I remember my first crushing breakup and all the ones that followed afterwards. I thought back to what made me feel better and what I did with friends to cheer them up. I couldn’t react as I would for a female friend, with ice cream, empty threats and hateful words. And I couldn’t react as I would for a male friend, with a plethora of alcohol and a crazy night on the town (okay I could have, but it would have been weird – baby brother and all). So I did the one thing I knew how to do – I baked him cookies. Lots of cookies.
I felt so helpless watching him cling to his cell phone with the smallest sliver of hope that she’d call. Reading the melancholy updates he’d post on Facebook. For the first time in my life, I knew what it would be like to be a parent.
(He’s okay now.)
5 comments:
I'm glad he's OK now. It really sucks to watch your siblings go through something like that, so hard. Especially when all you want to do is protect them from it.
Awwww... poor Ju!!!! I thought this girl sounded like a keeper, too. Bummer :( :(
Funny you should write about breakups - I was just thinking today about how we went and did some retail therapy after yours, and then I thought about how we should totally go do some more retail therapy, but this time, just because we want to ;)
Breaking up is hard, I watched my brother having his heart shattered when his first gf cheated on him. I took him out to party and to shop, just trying to distract him. It took a while.
I'm glad your brother's ok now.
Aww, poor thing. Breaking up really is hard to do, and my first real one was SO tough on me. It took me months to recover.
I'm glad your brother is feeling better about it already. And I love how you baked him cookies. That's such a wonderful thing to do.
I felt the same way when my brother was hazed as a freshman in highschool.
My heart broke in ways I didn't think possible.
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