When I got the announcement that K was finally home with B and their kids, I cried. I also forwarded it to my family, as B and I have been friends so long, I thought they'd be interested.
My brother responded with an email that said something to the effect of "enough about K, what are you up to?"
I cut and pasted (and edited a little) the two weeks of narrative of the two weeks of hell, and emailed it to him, told him that I had been busy trying to deal with all this. I told him I had a blog (my huge mistake), but please not to do a search for it. I trusted him not to read my blog.
But he did.
There were one or two paragraphs in the narrative that were not kind in reference to my brother. To which he took offense.
He sent me this long email ranting about familiar issues he has with me and my sister, and talking about what he went did during the week he was here (acknowledging it was nothing compared to what we went through). He talked about stuff I knew, stuff I didn't know, about that week. How he dropped everything to be here, in the middle of buying a house, planning a wedding.
He took a week's vacation that he was supposed to used for his honeymoon so he could be here with us. So he lost a week's pay when he took his three-week honeymoon to Spain this summer.
Other stuff, too.
I received his email when I was running out the door to take Stella to training class, scanned it, and told him that I thought I asked him not to read my blog and I would write more later. He wrote back saying he didn't read the blog, just the document I sent.
He lied. I just saw his activity on my hit analyzer from his work computer yesterday. He spent about 10 minutes reading my blog.