thanks for telling me
I found out yesterday that my older brother (the one who's whipped by some girl with "only child syndrome," who MUST have 2 kids before she's 30) is getting married next week. My mother found out through the grapevine, through said girl's aunt on Instant Messenger. To top it off, after her aunt slipped and mentioned the big wedding dinner plans... to which my mom said, "Wedding? What wedding?"... the aunt stopped talking completely.
So my mom called Chris and asked, "When were you going to tell me about the wedding?" And he said that he could've sworn he'd told her last week. His bitch bride to be was giggling obnoxiously in the background saying, "I was here, I HEARD you tell her!" Yeah, that's another delightful thing she does: distracts him during phone conversations and simply can NOT let him have any space.
Poor guy, right? Well fuck. He's making his own bed to lie in.
He never attempted to contact me either. Not about the wedding or anything else for that matter... except when he needs something. He wanted his old Mustang back because he can't afford anything out there. That's fine, I've no problem with that. But why only call me when you want something? He does the same with everyone else, even our parents.
He's growing so distant from me and even moreso, from Kenny. Fine. Be a dick. But to not tell your parents about your wedding? Knowing how much it means to your mom especially? That's fucked up. My mom was in tears when she told me. How fucking cruel.
This year isn't starting out well -_-
So my mom called Chris and asked, "When were you going to tell me about the wedding?" And he said that he could've sworn he'd told her last week. His bitch bride to be was giggling obnoxiously in the background saying, "I was here, I HEARD you tell her!" Yeah, that's another delightful thing she does: distracts him during phone conversations and simply can NOT let him have any space.
Poor guy, right? Well fuck. He's making his own bed to lie in.
He never attempted to contact me either. Not about the wedding or anything else for that matter... except when he needs something. He wanted his old Mustang back because he can't afford anything out there. That's fine, I've no problem with that. But why only call me when you want something? He does the same with everyone else, even our parents.
He's growing so distant from me and even moreso, from Kenny. Fine. Be a dick. But to not tell your parents about your wedding? Knowing how much it means to your mom especially? That's fucked up. My mom was in tears when she told me. How fucking cruel.
This year isn't starting out well -_-