[ChEEbA]

Nope, can't say anything different.
Sure, I wish the bullshit that went on between my parents, and between them and me hadn't occured, but yknow...it's all over now, so it doesn't really matter.
However, I don't wish that they did anything different, AT ALL.

Why?

Let me tell you a story...
My parents split when I was 5 years old. I won't go into the reasons, but it did not end well.
My mother bounced from 1 month relationship to 1 month relationship, still bitter about her marriage (IMO), and basically ended up being too much of a bitch for her own good, I saw both good AND abad boyfriends go down the drain on account of her attitude, seriously, no man could stand her, and yknow who got the blame? Us kids! Time and again, but yknow, whatever, I either got used to it, or got OVER it...
After a year or two - she quit that bullshit for a while...until:

When I was about 8 years old, myself and my older sister were pulled out of the schools and away from all our friends, and had to move interstate (and when you're in Australia, interstate is a LONG way...go check a map) with my mother so she could be with this WONDERFUL new boyfriend of hers...I got to meet him all of THREE times before she decided to make this move...This guy...he ate cornflakes without sugar - as a kid, this was the first indicator that he was a weirdo.

After time, I realised that I hated him, and he hated me. Not like a burning "I'm gonna kill you" kinda hatred, but yeah...we didn't like eachother none too much.
He was a completely uptight jerk, AND a fucking geek, and was simply innept when it came to even TALKING to children...but hey, my theory is that after a slew of bad relationships (I won't even bother going into all of those), my self-esteem fucked mother would pretty much take anything she should get.
It gets worse.

His family was totally concdescending, an looked down at us like we were scum, simpy because we weren't fanatical, regular church going bible-bashers like they were...
I had to live under his roof until ?GUESS WHAT? he found out he'd knocked my mother up and had issues...guy was a complete asshole, an cheated on her like all the time. My mother stupidly defended all his actions and crawled back to him time and again...each time getting treated worse.
I hated seeing it...but anything I said fell upon deaf ears...I hated being there, but...same deal.
This went on for just about 5 years.
So he ended up royally dumping her ass to the curb, like a complete asshole, simply because she found out she was pregnant. So, back to Sydney we all went...

All the bullshit I had to go through, being totally unhappy...for both myself and my family, I would go through again.
Why?
Because I have never felt as closely bonded to ANY family member than I am with my brother, who resulted from all of this.
In a different time and place, he could be a completely different person, and I'd have missed out on knowing one of my best friends in the world...He's only 12 now...but so level headed and intelligent, honestly, I get a better conversation out of him than I do most people...his views on life are so mature, realistic and selfless, it's like looking at myself, if I were a better person.
When I hang out with him, I realise that all the shit I went through was worth it, and everything up until that point had happened for a reason.
"HALF-brother"?
FUCK THAT - This kid is closer to my soul than any other human being, and I'd die protecting him.

So, in closing - even going back to the chaos that initially went down between MY parents, even if we'd had the oppertunity to go back, and this time have the happy "perfect" life...I'd have given it up, knowing the trials I'd have to go through, and watch my family go through, just for the existence if my brother.

- B.