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KingAlfred
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My adoptive father just died. When I returned home for his funeral, my younger brother (my adoptive father’s first biological child) and I got into a *huge fight *that threatens to end our relationship. He and his wife were making sarcastic comments to me at length. I eventually confronted my brother about them. He identified with my concerns at first, but called me the next day. We fought horribly over the phone. He said he resented me for being the center-of-attention as a child, and for always dominating our relationship. He added that I had never praised him for his achievements as an educator, and never paid much attention to him, after leaving home 28 years ago. The conversation ended in extreme verbal combat. My son and I flew back to Texas from Colorado yesterday. My son is departing for Georgia today. I feel completely wiped out, emotionally, kneeling before The Cross, trying to unite my suffering with Christ’s. I’m crushed by the grief of *guilt. *