*Trigger Warning* s***cide, sibling loss

I buried my baby brother this week. I made most of the preparations because I was the only one who could. It doesn’t make any sense and I hate him for it. Night is the worst. Now that I am not physically present for my parents, I have too much time to think. I come here to read other people’s petty problems to distract myself from my grief. He was supposed to be the bad influence on my baby…I’m 5 months pregnant with my first. I can’t stand this.