You're a better person than I. We have limits. I have limits. If my brothers came to me, after all they did, after all they didn't do, when our dad was sick and dying, and the way my brothers behaved (days) after my dad died... My brothers will never see a dime from me. Not ever.
I would love to be a kind, unbiased generous person every minute of every day, but that's not reality. Our friends are our chose family. For them, I would move mountains. But for my own sibling...
Nothing.
Not one penny.
And they know why.
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