I moved. Into the city. All because of you. Every time you’re in trouble, I show up for you. Your brothers show up for you. So this fucking tantrum is so far out of line, and I’m done. I’m not going to be spoken to like that. I’m not going to be told I don’t care. My whole fucking life is on hold while I wait for you to get better, and you won’t do a single thing to make it happen.” His glare has deepened. “You don’t get to blame me for your shitty life choices.” “I do when you’re one of them.”
