my brother just called me back, because i called him last night (apparently) and right before we hung up (after a 29 minute phone call, which is amazing for us) he said, "oh, one more thing. i remember doing bad things to you."
at which point i started sobbing because that means i'm not fucking insane and that i didn't make up the majority of my childhood. as with most things, that's all i wanted: validation.