[ SECRET POST #2940 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2940 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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02.
[Doctor Who]


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04.
[Fire Emblem Awakening]


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05.
[Sleepy Hollow]


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06.
[Agents of SHIELD]


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07.
[Babylon 5]


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08.
[Sinfest]


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09.
[Weekly Wipe with Charlie Brooker]


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10.
[Sailor Moon Crystal]













Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 026 secrets from Secret Submission Post #420.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Comments

Re: This really happened!

[lb_lee]

Pffft. Where do I even start? I'll stick with something minor.

I first came out almost eight years ago, and the family didn't take it well. Younger brother took it the worst; he would castigate me, mock my speech patterns, tell me I was lying, and generally be an ass. I put up with his bull for a couple years, but after one major blow up where he hung up on me, I said fuck it and stopped talking to him.

A couple years pass. I'm still (just barely) associating with my parents at the time, and I hear from one of them that my brother is doing very poorly. Very depressed, barely able to function, that kind of thing. They say that if he just worked more he'd be fine. Trololol, yeah sure.

So I call up my brother, figuring he's depressed and using alcohol to cope. I was half-right; he was using weed. I talk to him, recommend some books and coping skills, tell him that I love him, and if he doesn't fucking call me when he's feeling bad I will fucking kick his ass, and generally do the best I can from a thousand miles away.

I don't actually expect him to become any nicer; I'm mostly focused on just helping him, because just because he's a douchebag doesn't mean he deserves to be MISERABLE.

But now it's three years later. He's the only relative I keep regular contact with, besides my grandmother. He's apologized for all the douchebaggery. He may never really understand, but he does his best, and he cares about me.

I'm really glad he's okay now.