I'm feeling really hurt, couchies. My brother just sent a rather hurtful email and I'm sitting here at work with a huge lump in my throat trying not to cry. I'd sent him a Christmas card and a note in it about h and I coming to visit him in Germany as we'd talked about previously, and his email was all "I got your card. If you come..." And he laid down all these rules including that he wouldn't help pay for it. I was like damn, I never asked you to. Why didn't he just say "it's not a good time" and leave it at that? I told him no problem, I'm sorry for whatever I did, we'll just plan something on our own, and nevermind.

I hate my family.