I realize now that it is my own fault the situation has become what it is.
It was not him who had changed, it wasn't her, it wasn't any of them. it was me. Something changed inside of me.
Its harder to smile, he irritates me far more, and i isolate myself.
But even though I spit angry words at him, even though my every word burns him, even when I have nothing but venom and annoyance in my voice... he always comes back.
Though he makes me bare my fangs, never once have I looked back and felt dislike or hate towards him. It has always been care. Care and concern. He really is family to me.
But what I fear most, is the day he stops coming back to me.