1. My brother being released from jail and coming own here for a court date only to be bailed out by his grandparents. At least Mom couldn't do it like she planned.
2. Mom saying, "I don't want him coming here" only to say, "Oh, he can spend the night if he wants to" a minute later.
3. Mom trying to excuse all the crap my brother has done again with something like, "Oh, he's the first born son! They always have to harder!" I'd like to sit her down and go through a list of what I've had to go through as the youngest.
4. Cleaning house.
5. New bras.
FML.
5. New bras.
The thing is, he won't fuck up. At least, not right away. But, he'll spend all his time hanging around, eating our food, being a lazy ass, and not doing anything to pay us back for the things he uses.
And, after he's started doing drugs again, Mom won't say anything. When she finally does, he disappears.
You shouldnt wait on what your mom says if he starts doing drugs you should be the one to call the cops. From experience i can say that waiting on a parent who doesnt want to admit there kid has a problem is never the best option.
Maybe hell score rehab or something and get ahead of his addiction. :x
Well, how would you feel if you had no bras?
He's been to rehab, but it never works... or, rather, he doesn't want it to work.
He won't be staying here, though, so calling the cops will not have to be an issue.
Glad to hear that sorry if i sounded harsh i just have had bad experiences with that same situation, and ultimately calling the cops was the best we could do when ever he came around.
THANK YOU!Actually, I appreciate someone who isn't going, "He's your brother! Where's you compassion?"
I can't tell how annoying it is when I try and explain what the situation is like and no one understanding.
THANK YOU!
FINALLY someone gets that.
Just because you're family, doesn't mean you're supposed to have this endless fount of love and adoration or even CARE about them.
Because eventually, you just stop caring. You know?
My thoughts EXACTLY.
It always made me so ANGRY that my family was horrible to both me and my mom, and then anytime they needed help, or didn't know what to do, or something happened, who was the FIRST person they came running to? MY MOM.
And she always took the time to care, and help. I still don't get that. People say I'm a horrible person because I just don't care about my family (especially when the subject of my niece, who is four, comes up), but, tbh, it just doesn't make sense. Why would I care about people who never showed the slightest interest in me, other than to repeatedly tell me that I was a failure and would never amount to anything, or who told my mom what a bad mother she was? All they ever did was be horrible and cruel to us, and it was traumatizing for both of us. I really just don't care about them. And people say "aw, no, you're just saying that, you love them really" - no, motherfucker, I don't. They mean less to me than a random person I walk past in the grocery store.
It's no wonder that I have the self-esteem and abandonment issues I do, you know?
Because he's taught you what kind of parent not to be, of course!He never reached out, he never cared. Why should I respect him when all he's done is demoralize me and be the biggest jackass I've ever known?