family being stupid....as usual
I'm sitting here in my room just listening to my mother argue over my brother's punishment and wondering, who is the parent here? My almost 17 year old brother stole the last of our disabled brother's adderall from the thing that measures it weekly, and sells it most likely at school. What is his punishment? Oh no he has no jeep for a whole day.
For stealing medicine from his disabled brother he gets the jeep, which might I remind anyone who bother to read this, he totaled last year when he took it without asking and was given after it was fixed. Talk about being given praise for bad behavior. Oh and let's not forget that he it on parole because he stole pills from my stepdad to sell at school.
So yes, I am listening to my mom and him arguing over his punishment that he "agreed" to, because of course punishment is something you "agree" on.
She has the audacity to make me feel bad because oh no I'm not perfect. She tells him not to bring me up but when we are discussing him she jumps at the chance to point out how unperfect I am, just like him. I wonder where he got it from.
Big secret there.
Did I mention I found a baggy of orange pills with the coating scraped off on the stairs? So yes, I who help her with kemal, arrange my schedule around hers and do my best to remember to do the chores that are supposed to be Mahmut's now am the terrible, unperfect one.
But I could go on forever here, I won't bore anyone with anything else that might be repetitive.
For stealing medicine from his disabled brother he gets the jeep, which might I remind anyone who bother to read this, he totaled last year when he took it without asking and was given after it was fixed. Talk about being given praise for bad behavior. Oh and let's not forget that he it on parole because he stole pills from my stepdad to sell at school.
So yes, I am listening to my mom and him arguing over his punishment that he "agreed" to, because of course punishment is something you "agree" on.
She has the audacity to make me feel bad because oh no I'm not perfect. She tells him not to bring me up but when we are discussing him she jumps at the chance to point out how unperfect I am, just like him. I wonder where he got it from.
Big secret there.
Did I mention I found a baggy of orange pills with the coating scraped off on the stairs? So yes, I who help her with kemal, arrange my schedule around hers and do my best to remember to do the chores that are supposed to be Mahmut's now am the terrible, unperfect one.
But I could go on forever here, I won't bore anyone with anything else that might be repetitive.