The Brother from Another Mother....

Othello's and my friend is in town from Up North this weekend. He didn't know that we'd broken up - it was O's job to tell his people, which he didn't. Not sure what to make of that - he's not too emotional about having been together or now being apart.

We ate pizza together last night and today we attended a BBQ with our friends. After a few beers, I fell asleep at his house, and suffice it to say that I'm really proud that we can be together so much and not feel like we've got to jump on eachother anymore.

There was a point when my heart hurt - ached from moving on and not knowing what the future holds for us as friends. Friends is too casual for how much we still love eachother, and lovers was all wrong and we both knew it... so what does that leave us?

We ended up going out for sushi. In a rare moment of absolute clarity, Othello asked if I'd ever heard the expression "A brother from another mother"? I was tempted to say that I had... but I told the truth - Was it something about step-brothers or half-brothers? He said it was when someone feels so close to you that they're family, regardless of the blood-bond.

I thought he was thinking of the folks we hung out with today - Bobby, Boy-Dorothy (he shares my same actual name), Uncle Huffy, Aunt Em, and Little Hollister. But Othello made a point to say that I am his best friend, that he loves me more than anyone or anything.... he said I'm the brother he never had. Sister... whatever.

The point is that things are a lot easier, looking at him like my bro (and it makes it a lot sicker, if we accidentally kiss). I'm blessed to have a friend love me like that.

--Dot