So I wasn't sure where else to post this, but I am in need of some good moral support and advise.
I have been gone for the last week again. My brother got himself into some trouble and needed someone to pick him up again. Now the back story of this is...
My brother(who is two years old) and I where very close growing up. We both made some bad choices when we where younger, but I was always there for him, helped him out, even fought his fights for him several times. Finally things drove a very hard rift bewteen us and we stopped speaking. I moved away from the area and up to where I now currently live with my wife and kids. My brother and I did not speak for nearly 8 years. He did not come around when mom was killed, did not show up at the funeral or anything. To try and break the ice between us I even invited him to my wedding, he did not respond or come, biggest factor being he was in jail at the time(so he has told me).
Now about a year ago we finally made contact, and decided to give it a try again. Our first meeting was wonderful. It brought back alot of good memories. A few months later we meet up again and I noticed alot of the old "bad" things where still there. The more I looked the more I saw the old bitter hate driven person my brother had become. After that he cut off contact again. I got ahold of his ex-wife, who told me what had happened over the last 8 years to him. He wa bitter that I had moved forward, and had made something of my life, he was mad because his marrage didn't last and mine had. He was upset that I was planning on getting back into school where as he was unable to go(He has been expelled and "black listed" for another 2 years).
So it's been almost another year and out of the blue he calls me a week ago. He is in trouble again and needs help. So on some wild thought process that he really needed me I went home again. Same crap different day is the best way to desribe everything that happened. My brother is in a way of speaking, dead to me. The guy I knew and grew up with just isn't there anymore, he has been replaced by whatever my brother has become. Yet I do not think I can wash my hands of him, he is my blood after all. This is causing troubles with my wife and the remaining members of my side of the family. I am torn about what to do. Thanks everyone for listening.
I have been gone for the last week again. My brother got himself into some trouble and needed someone to pick him up again. Now the back story of this is...
My brother(who is two years old) and I where very close growing up. We both made some bad choices when we where younger, but I was always there for him, helped him out, even fought his fights for him several times. Finally things drove a very hard rift bewteen us and we stopped speaking. I moved away from the area and up to where I now currently live with my wife and kids. My brother and I did not speak for nearly 8 years. He did not come around when mom was killed, did not show up at the funeral or anything. To try and break the ice between us I even invited him to my wedding, he did not respond or come, biggest factor being he was in jail at the time(so he has told me).
Now about a year ago we finally made contact, and decided to give it a try again. Our first meeting was wonderful. It brought back alot of good memories. A few months later we meet up again and I noticed alot of the old "bad" things where still there. The more I looked the more I saw the old bitter hate driven person my brother had become. After that he cut off contact again. I got ahold of his ex-wife, who told me what had happened over the last 8 years to him. He wa bitter that I had moved forward, and had made something of my life, he was mad because his marrage didn't last and mine had. He was upset that I was planning on getting back into school where as he was unable to go(He has been expelled and "black listed" for another 2 years).
So it's been almost another year and out of the blue he calls me a week ago. He is in trouble again and needs help. So on some wild thought process that he really needed me I went home again. Same crap different day is the best way to desribe everything that happened. My brother is in a way of speaking, dead to me. The guy I knew and grew up with just isn't there anymore, he has been replaced by whatever my brother has become. Yet I do not think I can wash my hands of him, he is my blood after all. This is causing troubles with my wife and the remaining members of my side of the family. I am torn about what to do. Thanks everyone for listening.