Okay. I have something to confess.
I can sometimes be an instigator in our family.
I have to be! If not, I don’t get what I want.
For example, last night.
My mom and dad had to go out with my sister.
They put my brother in charge. Boy, was he really living up to his role.
I left the light on.
What was I doing on my phone?
Blah, blah, blah.
I’m only two years younger than him.
So, I just put in my earbuds and listened to my oldies.
He hates when I “don’t listen” to him, literally.
Later on, I kept asking him if he had practiced his instrument.
Something about the weekends with him – he doesn’t like to do anything.
He was so mad and kept saying that I was not the boss of him.
See what I mean, instigate?
I have to be careful though. If we argue too much, we might get separated.
But I have to make sure that he knows he’s not in charge, not of me anyway.