…… and very soon, it looks like I’ll have to do a lot more of it. It’s practically inevitable that my older brother will be moving in with my mother and I, since he has little choice but to sell his current home due to financial issues. And since it’ll take some time for him and his lady friend to find a new place to rent or buy, he could be with us for two months or more.
Don’t get me wrong, viewers; I love him as a brother, but the fact is that I haven’t lived under the same roof as him for nearly ten years now, and even at that time, there were occasions when I felt that the relationship was more akin to that of a father and son (with him being the “father”, so to speak) than that of siblings.
That’s where the title of this entry comes in; whether it was a large pack of chips or lollies, or time on the Internet, he was very adamant that even minor things should be shared equally amongst us, even when there was no obligation to do so, and especially when we were much younger. Also, at certain times in which my parents wanted me to do something, and I didn’t proceed to do it straight away, you could be quite sure that he would be quick to enforce their will upon me. Thus making me feel like I had three parents instead of two, and two were plenty, thank you very much.
So even though the odds should be against any of us reverting to old behaviours during this forthcoming period, a part of me still can’t rule it out at this point, and therefore, I feel a bit uneasy about this.
Of course, that’s not the only thing I’m feeling uneasy about at the moment, because with my next Palace visit only two days away, I’ve been having a couple of particularly vivid dreams about a certain former dancer again, and I’m still as determined as ever to not let that bit of history repeat itself. 
