I know my twin brother wrote on this site a lot. I’m now here to get advice for me. My twin was ostracized by society, and treated like complete s*** by me and our family. He was constantly called names, told what a worthless person he was. He raped someone while he was in college and no one would let him forget or help him move on.
He came to me a few nights ago, crying his heart out after his girlfriend left him after he was legally required to disclose to her in front of his probation officer his crime. He knew this woman for 6 months, but as a condition of his parole, he had to let her know about his crime before they began to have a s***** relationship.
I essentially kicked my twin to the curb, told him to man up, and how no woman could or would ever love him. I told him I hated him. How could I have looked into his eyes, this person I shared the womb with, and tell him that? I refused to hug him despite him begging me for one. I think he needed to be held. I slammed the door into his face as tears poured down his cheeks.
He killed himself later that night. He was 26. How will I ever be able to live with myself. I hate myself. Please, people, if your loved ones ask for hugs or love, give it to them.
