You're my brothers and there is nothing I can do about it
Having brothers will, without a doubt, make you a stronger woman. You learn about respect, understanding and boundaries. My brothers shaped the checklist I have for boyfriends. I don’t take sh*t from anyone and expect an intense level of respect. I have to thank them for that. They made me who I am today. Even when they drove me crazy, I loved them.
In this blog, I am going to be talking about my brothers.
I also have a step sister, but this article isn’t about her haha.
Men can be pretty hard to deal with, but having brothers will help you to understand them because they’re not only boys, they’re your family. It’s the best learning tool a girl could ask for. You’ll develop patience you didn’t know you had. You get used to being the most reasonable of your siblings. When your brothers are acting a fool, you don’t get frustrated with them, you level with them.
The best part about growing up with brothers is that I have developed a thick skin. This mentality will follow me through life, and is really what makes me excellent at handling massive amounts of responsibility. I have become a person not a person to be trifled with. Nothing intimidates me. I’ve been dealing with men for your entire life. The Patriarchy? LOL. Another thing that the three bros have taught me is about crying. Crying never got you anywhere with my brothers. I knew that bitching isn’t going to solve my problems. I just have to hold my head high and figure out how to resolve the tricky situations you face. Thanks to my brother, Brian, I have been put into some serious tricky situations.
By growing up with such a good man like my Brotatoe Chip Marcelle, I have learned learn what makes a man inherently good. Never would I put up with someone who treats me poorly because I know I deserve a man with the same moral character as my wonderful Brotatoe Chip. He taught me to how to respect myself.
Growing up with the impossible (yet lovable) main men in my life was rough at times, but enhanced my methods of communication. I learned at a very young age that I will never get anything in life if I don’t ask. If I need help, ask. (I typically don’t ask anyone, but I know the option is there is I let down my guard.)
The years have been tough, but that makes me tougher. All in all, thank you to my buttheads for helping Mom raise me right.
In this blog, I am going to be talking about my brothers.
Brian –aka Bubba (yellow)
Marcelle –aka Brotatoe Chip (orange)
Josh –My step brother (blue)
Men can be pretty hard to deal with, but having brothers will help you to understand them because they’re not only boys, they’re your family. It’s the best learning tool a girl could ask for. You’ll develop patience you didn’t know you had. You get used to being the most reasonable of your siblings. When your brothers are acting a fool, you don’t get frustrated with them, you level with them.
The best part about growing up with brothers is that I have developed a thick skin. This mentality will follow me through life, and is really what makes me excellent at handling massive amounts of responsibility. I have become a person not a person to be trifled with. Nothing intimidates me. I’ve been dealing with men for your entire life. The Patriarchy? LOL. Another thing that the three bros have taught me is about crying. Crying never got you anywhere with my brothers. I knew that bitching isn’t going to solve my problems. I just have to hold my head high and figure out how to resolve the tricky situations you face. Thanks to my brother, Brian, I have been put into some serious tricky situations.
By growing up with such a good man like my Brotatoe Chip Marcelle, I have learned learn what makes a man inherently good. Never would I put up with someone who treats me poorly because I know I deserve a man with the same moral character as my wonderful Brotatoe Chip. He taught me to how to respect myself.
Growing up with the impossible (yet lovable) main men in my life was rough at times, but enhanced my methods of communication. I learned at a very young age that I will never get anything in life if I don’t ask. If I need help, ask. (I typically don’t ask anyone, but I know the option is there is I let down my guard.)
The years have been tough, but that makes me tougher. All in all, thank you to my buttheads for helping Mom raise me right.
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