Hi, thank you so much for checking in. It was a weird couple of years. Turns out my brother is actually my cousin, and him finding this out when he turned 18 is what led him to start doing drugs. I spoke to him once; it was part of the making amends portion of his recovery. However, he admitted that he and his fiancee left rehab because they were told to break up. Something about being yolked to a ox won't get you out of the mud, or something. So they left. During the call, he admitted that he started doing drugs specifically to hurt my/our parents, and that he hopes they lose everything and die miserable... All because they didn't tell him he was adopted until he turned 18. I was pretty upset by the whole situation, but couldn't really say why I was so mad about it, I just was. To make matters worse everyone kept telling me how common it is for kids to be adopted by their aunts and uncles, which wsn't helping in the slightest. So, I kind of disappeared for a while as I worked on figuring out what about the situation made me hate everyone involved. I eventually figured it out. My brother and I were close growing up. He always encouraged me to follow my dreams of being a chef, he was the first person I told that I was ace/aro, when everyone was worried about me taking a job in Marseille, he helped me pack up and move to France. And now here he is, doing drugs and hurting those who care deeply for him because he was mad about not having to grow up in a tetanus infected shack outside of Jacksonville? That is seriously childish. We're all much better now. A lot less walking on egg shells. Family get togethers were weird the first year, but it's been so much more relaxing not having someone who is high and completely unstable making everyone uncomfortable. Last I heard, he's living in Arizona with his in-laws. And he and his now wife are trying for a baby.