No Time For Goodbye
It’s my brother’s going away party tonight, he’s leaving the UK this weekend to start a new life in Spain with his wife.
I went to lunch with his wife last weekend, we said our ‘goodbyes,’ my brother couldn’t make it as usual.
I love my brother, but he’s never had any time for any of his family. I’ve seen him quite often over the years because I’ve visited him a lot, but not once has he come to visit me and the children.
He regretted not spending enough time with my dad, but only when it was too late.
He did the same with all our grandparents and always promised to make amends, but never did.
I’ve listened to his sob stories a few times too often and last night was the final straw when he called my mother and left her in tears.
I don’t think he will be visiting mum before he leaves either and I doubt he will even bother to call me.
I’m not going to the party, I’m tired of playing the ‘trophy sister.’ I do wonder if I’ll ever get to hear his last sob story, but I know exactly what it will say, and so for me, there’s no time for goodbye.
Thank you for reading my blog. 
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I hope you like it.
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