That bridge has been burning for a while. I have no desire to remind my brother on how to behave or how to follow his religion. He knows what he does. I don’t care about fixing my relationship with him. So much shit has been done between us that I have decided that the best thing to do is to wash my hands of him the first chance I get. I rarely ever talk to him as it is. I want nothing to do with him. He’s just a black hole that sucks out every ounce of remaining happiness that I have and he knows that I have such a low opinion of him.