I was watching my family fall apart, week by week it had been getting worse, and these boys I had spent 8 years raising were no longer loving and respectful towards each other. There was no distance, no ones’ personal space, let alone a private life from each other. We knew everything about each other. I understood over the years, that the boys’ became more secretive about where they were going and what they were doing, but this was out of hand. Was it their close ages that made it harder to live together?

  I could still remember our debut day like yesterday, when each of them turning to look at me with wide, hopeful eyes, excited at the very thought of living together. They would gush about how awesome it would be to grow and become a group together. Now they were so broken. So distant and vastly different, these boys mean everything to me but now they wouldn’t give each other the time of day.