Sorrow

It’s a Friday night, and one of my brothers is celebrating his birthday. On the sole social media platform that he hasn’t blocked me on I can see pictures of him celebrating with friends, and know that he has not invited me or mine to be part of that.

While I doubt that on his part there is necessarily a conscious thought to it, there is only a grump that wonders if he is so offended by the life and loves that I have that he fears contamination.

About Tim Maidment

Writer, House Husband, Library Person, Raconteur, Poly, Queer and Bon Vivant. You were expecting something simple?
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