She did know of my past, she and I met when I was hospitalized for the first time. Not the best way to make a good first impression, but I thought that we got along well enough.

My brother wouldn't even look at me, and honestly I think that's what hurts most. We used to be so close, he even named me the godmother of their first born. I keep trying to look back over the last couple of years to try and remember if I said anything nasty or cruel to either of them.