“Secrets Unveiled: Shack’s Brother Arrives with Shocking Revelations!”
Added on April 7, 2025 inASTROLOGY CARDS
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Catch up here – Shack Man
In the cosmic dance of relationships, it seems we’re all called to navigate emotional earthquakes now and then. Have you ever wondered if your love life resembles a soap opera with your own “plot twists” lurking around every corner? Well, today we dive deep into a chapter that serves exactly that dose of drama. Shack’s brother is about to make a surprise visit, and you just know that whatever transpires is destined to ripple through their lives. Strap in as we explore how our messy human interactions—and perhaps a pinch of astrological influences—shape the way we forgive, reconnect, and understand one another. So, are you ready for a juicy ride through love, laughter, and heartfelt revelations? Let’s dig in! LEARN MORE.
Catch up here – Shack Man
Chapter 36 – Shack’s Brother Stops By, Wanting To Talk
Shack came home after work, medium pale, tired, but normal. He said he’d taken my ring to the jeweler.
“Thank you. How’d that go?” I asked.
“Well, I opened the handkerchief and showed him your ring. This is my wife’s wedding ring. This is what some asshole did to it. Me. I’m the asshole who did this,” he said, indicating, himself.
I cracked up and he laughed with me.
“Did you really tell him that?” I asked. ‘What did he say?”
“Yes, I said that. It’s the truth! It’s your ring and I’m an asshole. He said, he was also an asshole. So I said, asshole to asshole, can you help an asshole out?”
We laughed, heartily. “So what’s he going to do with my ring?”
“Well, he can’t fix it. There’s no way. So he’s going to replace the stone with a better stone that looks similar. I’m sorry, Elsa. It’s the best I can do with your ring after what I did. Try to restore it, as close as possible. I also want to get you a real ring, as we’ve discussed. I just want you have the ring you married me with, too. And not in a million pieces.”
This was regular, Shack. He said he was tired. He also said his brother was coming over in the morning, to talk to us. He didn’t say why.
I didn’t know if he knew why and I didn’t ask, per my usual. I was curious. But I also like to see things or stories, unfold in their own time. It’s like skipping to the end of a book. I don’t do that!
Shack said he wanted to hear music, but he was too tired to listen. He wanted to lie down, instead, if it was okay with me. He also said he’d like me to lie down with him, if I wasn’t too disgusted with him. He looked drained and a little sad. He looked like he’d been beaten.
I did go lie down with him. It was fine, but not normal. He felt as if he’d been hit by a truck, then backed over and rolled over again. I was off myself. I hadn’t seen solid ground all week. I felt a bit raw, but glad we seemed to be moving in the right direction. Did I marry the, King of assholes, or not?
I got up and got us some food at some point. Getting back to normal, I guess. We sat cross-legged on the bed and ate it. I felt he was avoiding looking at my left hand, which was sad.
I didn’t say anything about anything, because it was so obvious he needed sleep. Like a week of it! His family situation was the main issue. If I was going to broach that, I should at least let him get some rest.
But I didn’t intend to quiz him, anyway. I just didn’t want to get mixed up in these conversations. It was because they were so poisonous. These people were full of venom. I grew up in the desert and I will always avoid snakes. I was going to have to be patient.
Shack’s brother showed up in the morning; we were having coffee. He looked a little nervous and tentative, but determined. I’d not seen him or heard a peep about him, since the wedding.
He hugged me, because I was his sister, now. He and Shack did their brother greeting, of course. Fort handshake, stuff. I offered him coffee, but he waved his hand, opting to get right to it.
He said he wanted to talk to both of us, privately. Will this be okay? We agreed it would.
He asked, Shack, to go out on the deck and wait for him. He was not to come in and interrupt us, nor try to overhear what was being said. Otherwise, ass-kicking.
I’m sorry, but I laughed at this. These brothers were something else. I loved them both, so much. They were entertaining as shit!
He also told, Shack, to fill up his coffee cup now, if he wanted more coffee. It was cold outside and he didn’t know how long we would be. Once he and I were having our conversation, we would not be interrupted for any reason.
Shack was to wait outside for as long as it took. “If it turns dark out there, and we’re still talking, too bad!” He was not going to rush our conversation, even if, Shack was freezing his balls off.
We laughed very hard at that.
Further, he and Shack would be having their conversation outside. “I’m not sending her out there to wait while I talk to your stupid ass! So just get what you need. Get your mittens and whatever else you need to be out there for the duration of the two conversations. You will not be allowed back in, until we’re done.”
I looked at, Shack, to check his reaction. He was like, “This is my little brother, telling me what to do.”
I smiled and said, “You heard him.”
There was nothing he could do. We were already under contract, having agreed to hear what he had to say.
Shack filled his cup, toasted us with it and went out on the deck. His brother walked to the door and watched as he went out to the far rail. Satisfied, Shack, wasn’t listening, he got into it.
“The first thing I want to know, is are you okay? I know what he did,” he added, nodding at my left hand. “Elsa, are you okay?”
“I am,” I said.
“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that?”
“No, I’m sure. I’m okay. Thank you.”
“Well, he’s not. He’s fucked up. He was fucked up when he shoved you and now he is fucked up, because he shoved you. And because of what he’s done to you. Do you understand?”
“I do.”
“Okay. So now I have some questions for you. I hope you’ll answer them. If you decide to answer them, please tell me the truth. Please, Elsa. I want to know the truth. You don’t have to answer anything I ask you, but if you do, please be honest. Will you do that? Tell me the truth?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you the truth. What is it?”
“Do you still love my brother?”
I was shocked. “Yes. Yes, of course I love him.”
“Good. That is really good to hear. Whew! Next question. Is there a chance you can forgive what he’s done to you? Any chance at all? The littlest chance? The teeniest, tiniest chance?”
“What? Of course I can forgive him!” I was surprised at the course of this conversation, on the verge of bewildered. I put my hands up and out, which is, Italian, for “What the fuck?”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that. I’m relieved to hear this and I should not be so surprised. I know you’re like this. I know you’re a wonderful woman. It follows, you’d be forgiving, but I had to ask.”
I stared. This was unexpected and almost, weird.
“I had to ask, because when I’m done talking to you, I’m going go out there and try to get my brother un-fucked up. He’s really fucked up. I do not want to fuck him up, any worse than he already is.”
“Why? Why is he fucked up?”
“Because he thinks you will never forgive him. That you never could, after what he’s done. You’ve been married a week. He’s been an asshole the whole time and then he shoved you, causing your ring to break. He thinks you hate him and you’ll never feel the same about him again. He thinks he’s lost you.”
“Well that’s not true. I feel the same about him, already.”
His head kicked back on that. “Really? You’ve already forgiven him? For being a jackass and for breaking your ring?”
“Yes. I’m not mad at him. I know he’s stressed. I want everything back to normal and I want him to be happy.”
He nodded. “Can I ask you why you forgive him? How you forgave him? Because I don’t think I could forgive him, if I were in your shoes.”
“Yes, I’ll tell you why. He didn’t mean to break my ring. It was unintentional so I’m not hanging that on him, though I’d like to know why he pushed me. Shoved me, as you say. He did shove me and that’s something I never thought he’d do. I’d like to know what provoked him. I don’t like being shoved, but I forgive him, regardless.”
I could see he wanted this explained.
“I forgive him, regardless, because he has a lot of currency with me. Currency means, energy. Credit. He’s been extremely good and generous and kind to me. He’s invested in me. He’s been terrific to me, all along. I don’t forget things like that.”
He nodded, refraining from smiling so as not to influence me. He remained, solemn. “Anything else?” he asked.
“Yes. He was not an asshole all week. That’s being overstated. He’s not been any fun this week, but this is understandable.”
“How? Why is it understandable?”
“He’s been very upset by the family conversations. I’m sure he has a good reason. But he lives here! He’s entitled to come home in a bad mood. I also know he’s used to the shack. If he wants to brood; well I like to brood sometimes, too! He does not have to cater to me every minute. Again, he has currency with me. He’s got a boatload of credit with me,” I said, stretching my arms, one way up, the other, down, to indicate a stack. “Like this much, credit,” I said, smiling and winking. I wanted him to hear me.
“That’s nice.”
“Okay, but I did not like the bumper sticker thing. That upset me. I did not marry an asshole. He told me he was a good man. You told me he was a good man. He told my sister he was a good man. That is who I married. I would never marry an asshole and if I found myself married to one, I would not advertise it, that’s for sure.”
He nodded again. “Thank you, Elsa. One last thing. Do you know how much he loves you?”
He asked this, seriously. I could tell he wanted to know the level of my awareness on this. I often appear oblivious. That could be part of the reason. I remembered, I was to be honest.
“I don’t know. I thought he loved me quite a bit. But it’s been a bad week. We just got married and he shut down, completely. I can’t say I feel a lot of love right now… so no. I don’t know how he feels about me at this point.”
He sighed, slightly. “Is it okay with you if I tell you how he feels about you?”
I looked at him like, “What you talkin’ ‘bout, Willis?” This was very, very unexpected. “Um. Okay.”
“Elsa, my brother loves you. I have known every woman my brother has ever known in his life. I have known all of them, and I’ve known them, well. You’re the best woman either of us has ever known, or dated, or anything else, in our entire lives… and that’s by far”.
I pulled my head back on that. I have self-esteem, but I also have Capricorn. I am never, sure. I had thought about all his, beautiful, better-than-me, women, many times.
“Elsa, Shack has never come anywhere close to loving a woman the way he loves you. He’s also never gotten along better with a woman in his entire life. Not. Even. Close. You have broken all records, by miles and miles. You’re in another galaxy, as far as my brother’s feelings for you go. I feel similarly,” he said.
I started to cry-sob, so he hugged me. When he felt I was okay, he let go.
I guess my outburst startled him, because he looked me in the eyes and asked me again, earnestly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I am definitely okay,” I said, grinning. “Like, are you stupid? Of course I’m okay!” I said, with tears, dripping, laughing.
“Okay, good,” he said. Now he smiled. “I’m really happy about everything you said. Thank you. Now here’s my last question. Will you talk to my brother? Will you give him a chance to talk to you? Can he have a chance to apologize and make this up to you? That’s more than one question, but I think you understand. He wants to have a chance with you. He’ll take any chance you’ll give him.”
“Yes!”
“Good. So, I can go out there and tell him, that you do still love him, and that you can forgive him?”
“What? He doesn’t know that?” I asked.
“No. That’s why I’m here. I came here to find out for him. He’s afraid to talk to you; he’s been such as asshole. He doesn’t think you love him or could ever forgive him. I’m afraid I’ve made this worse, because I told him, I would not forgive him if I were you, and I’m his brother!”
I shook my head. “Oh for Godsakes,” I said, snorting. “Tell him, I love him and I forgive him and to come in the house! It’s cold out there! His balls!” I said. “You have him out there, freezing his balls!”
He laughed. “He can take it. And he deserves to freeze his balls, for what he’s done. But okay. I’ll go tell him these things and also, that he can come in and warm up his balls. He’s going to be ecstatic he has a chance with you. I’m ecstatic. If he’d lost you, we were going to have to fight!”
I snorted.
“I’m serious. If he lost you, that would mean I lost you too, so I’d have to kick his ass. You’re the best sister, I’ll ever have,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Well, Sprout’s okay, but you know. The other one is not. Thank you, Elsa. You did really well, today. You’ve did a good thing.. You have saved two brothers from beating each other to death. I’m going to go talk to him now, okay?”
“Yeah, go get him. And thank you, Shack’s brother.”
We hugged. He went out to the deck.
A few minutes later, he opened the door and Shack came inside. His brother nodded, and took off. Shack came over and hugged me for at least ten minutes; energy pouring off him. Oh my God, the angst that poured of him. It was unforgettable.
Releasing me, he asked, “Do you want to go out, next Friday? I was thinking you could meet me downtown after work. If you want to do this, you’ll want to dress up. We’ll be going somewhere, special. Get something new, if you like. Maybe something that works with a gold hat?” he said, beaming. “I’ll get dressed up too. You won’t have to be seen with a bum! I’ll bring my clothes and change after work. I have some ideas, but I’m still planning. This will be our first date, with you as my wife so want it to be really good…”
That was it. We were back!
To be continued.
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