How we shared birthday cakes with two names written in frosting, how I once took the blame for a broken window because he was crying too hard to confess, and how now, I was invisible to him.
“They cut you out because they don’t know how to deal with anything that feels unfamiliar,” she said. “You’re not the one who changed. They just didn’t want to adjust.”
That line stuck with me. Because I hadn’t become someone new. I’d just stopped bending over backward to be accepted by people who only tolerated the version of me that lived within 10 miles of them.
Maybe I made things awkward; maybe the idea of a twin brother who didn’t fit the family mold was too strange for them to handle. But I never stopped showing up; they just stopped wanting me there.
It hurts, I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t. I miss them all the time. Every photo from the wedding, every smiling face, reminds me of the space I used to fill. But I’m also learning to let go. To accept that sometimes, even family can decide you’re not worth the space in their lives anymore.
I’m still the same Aaron who stayed up late helping Jamie with her math homework, who gave Kyle his first Nintendo, who picked out Dylan’s tuxedo for prom when he couldn’t decide between two colors.
But I’m also Aaron, who loves Portland, who fell for someone kind, goofy, and understanding. A person who built a life from scratch and kept trying when no one else did.
And that version of me? He deserves to be seen too. So I’m moving forward with those who do.
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