Jealousy

Let’s talk about an awkward subject today: jealousy. I’m not proud of what I’m about to type, but I confess that sometimes I am jealous of my siblings. Feeling that way is not a nonspeaking-specific thing, I know. Feeling jealousy is pretty universal; certainly plenty of siblings have experienced the same thing. But the thing is, I love my siblings and feel guilty about my jealousy.


I have three younger brothers all of whom are tall and handsome, and who can speak. Almost forgot to mention that they are extremely talented athletes too. Me, I’m short; have zero athletic ability; and can’t speak with meaning. Sometimes the unfairness of it all hits me, and I get angry. I hate being angry…and, in actuality, I am incredibly proud of my brothers. 

They are definitely the greatest siblings on earth too. They include me in everything so I never feel left out. That almost makes my jealousy worse:  I feel almost evil when it hits me.

I am the luckiest guy in so many ways. I have the most wonderful family on the planet. My Mom never rests in trying to help me. I am loved.  I get to come to M2H twice a week. I need to work harder on curbing that demon inside me.