I treasure the memory of my family, but I loved them because they loved me. It was really just a high-order type of "friendship", with some bonding hormones and experiences thrown in. It's certainly not for me to tell you what to do, but if it were me, I'd work on taking a rational view of your relationship to this guy who happens to share a significant portion of your DNA. Eg. How much should that genetic similarity influence your actions...or how little.
I wholeheartedly agree.
I dont have very much family left...my little family has dwindled in recent years and in less time than seems possible right now, he is practically going to be all I have left after my children. Believe me, its been agonizing.
In all reality, he should have been in counseling after his accident. As far as I know, he never saw a therapist once outside of the burn unit. He suffered a MASSIVE trauma and we dont know how much her really remembers or doesnt remember. I think that was where my parents fell short.... they dragged me to every kiddy shrink in the country when I was growing up but not once did they send him.
I want him to get help and I want our family to try to repair itsself but right now, we are not in a good place with this. He has demonstratedd zero regard for his family. For years, I have watched him disrespect our parents and grandparents, take advantage of our hospitality, generosity, love, and respect. In two years, he has only gone to see my daddy when he wants money and never once has he offered to pay him back. He drained money from my moms bank account while she was laid up in the hospital after surgery...the same night when he asked me for money to buy gas and weasled $40 out of me. He even lied to my moms friend, saying he needed money to get some things for mom at the hospital. He has repetedly shown that his friends, girlsfriends, even people he's just met mean more to him than we do. And of course, the slot machines at the riverboats are the only thing he shows real love towards.
If he is in genuine trouble...hes hurt, in jail, sick... believe me, I will be there. we share an ucommon type and Ive donated blood and tisue for his skin graft surgeries...and would do so again without hesitation, but he has lost the trust of our family and if he has any hope of getting it back, he has to change. He knows he can come to us for that,.... now he just has to make the decision to.