I just had the longest, deepest conversation with Tony. I was not ready. I definitely did not expect to cry. He's upset I don't spend more time with family. I feel guilty because I've been thinking the same thing for a while.

Bright side: My brother and I are finally trying to connect on a deeper level. He's never revealed so much to me before. All in one phone conversation.

I really do hope we get to know each other better. It's what I had wanted for so long, but I gave up on it.

Ugh, life, why do you have to do this to me now?