*sigh.....* again....
So, there isn't really much purpose of this post, other than to relieve some stress and rant until I'm satisfied. Nevertheless, this will probably be a short post, simply because at this point in the game I like to call "Family Drama" I'm pretty much about finished with it completely.
To explain what I mean, really only requires one sentence. My brother has gone from being a selfish sociopath to being a fucking psychotic. There's no other way to put it.
Long story short, after coming home from work, I find the house is pretty much a disaster zone. Dishes are in the sink, blankets and assorted clothes are all over the floor, and the house is in general disarray. This is a problem, because my dad freaks out (and what I mean by that is he goes freaking ballistic) if the trash isn't thrown away. As such, I immediately begin washing dishes, and ask my brother for a little assistance. Really, if he would have just gotten off his lazy ass, we could have had everything done in like half an hour. Let's not forget, that hardly any of the mess is mine. I eat take out and frozen food so I don't have to do dishes. Terrible logic I know, but I'll admit it.
After watching him ignore me for a good twenty minutes, I politely ask him if he would please not leave me to do all the housework before dad gets home. That did it for him. Immediately, he throws down the hose in the backyard, and starts screaming and yelling and cursing and throwing one of the worst temper tantrums I've ever seen. Ever. Storming into the house, he tells me to get the fuck out of the kitchen, and proceeds to order me to clean up two shelves of books in the room that he knocked over. His logic as to why this should be my job, is because he says I stacked them so that they would fall over. Riiiiiight.
The second I start to argue with him about it, he just loses it. I mean completely loses it. To be perfectly honest, he looked like he'd gone crazy. Out of all the wild and heated fits I've witnessed out of him, this one has got to be the worst, and the most irrational. I mean, all I asked for was a little help straightening up, it's not like I asked him to do anything more than the most basic of tasks for crying out loud. His reaction to all of this is, he immediately rushes into the bathroom and slams the door repeatedly, screaming like a banshee (I swear to God he scared the shit out of me) that he "Doesn't give a fuck" he said that like twenty times. I don't know what the hell was wrong with him.
Finally, he left.
He also came clean to me, and admitted that he hates me. Apparently, I'm one among many whom he blames for "stealing his childhood" whatever the Hell that means. To be quite frank, at this point -- I just don't give a shit. I thought something like that would hurt my feelings, but after having to deal with such a bad, sour attitude from my own brother for years on end, I guess I'm just over it. I'm sick of dealing with a twenty-year-old who constantly acts like he's five, has a permanent chip on his shoulder, and believes that everybody but himself is the cause of all his problems.
Admittedly, the stress of the fight must have taken its toll though, because I cried for an hour afterward and its been a long time since I've cried. I just don't do it very often. Apparently, I've been so stressed and about living in the same house with him and my dad, that this argument was the straw that broke the camel's back. Or so to speak. I feel better now though. I think I'll be counting the days on my calendar until I can move into my aunt's house even more carefully now. I'm even considering community college in San Diego. I believe one of them that is close to my aunt's house has the Dental Assistant program too.
But yeah. I think I'm washing my hands of him now. I simply don't have the energy or the willpower for that matter, to do what it takes to save this relationship with my brother. That's not to say I'm done with him forever, but I'm certainly finished trying to be a good sibling, until he's at least willing to do the same.
That, could take a while. Until then, I'm done wasting my effort and my sanity. It's just not worth it.
To explain what I mean, really only requires one sentence. My brother has gone from being a selfish sociopath to being a fucking psychotic. There's no other way to put it.
Long story short, after coming home from work, I find the house is pretty much a disaster zone. Dishes are in the sink, blankets and assorted clothes are all over the floor, and the house is in general disarray. This is a problem, because my dad freaks out (and what I mean by that is he goes freaking ballistic) if the trash isn't thrown away. As such, I immediately begin washing dishes, and ask my brother for a little assistance. Really, if he would have just gotten off his lazy ass, we could have had everything done in like half an hour. Let's not forget, that hardly any of the mess is mine. I eat take out and frozen food so I don't have to do dishes. Terrible logic I know, but I'll admit it.
After watching him ignore me for a good twenty minutes, I politely ask him if he would please not leave me to do all the housework before dad gets home. That did it for him. Immediately, he throws down the hose in the backyard, and starts screaming and yelling and cursing and throwing one of the worst temper tantrums I've ever seen. Ever. Storming into the house, he tells me to get the fuck out of the kitchen, and proceeds to order me to clean up two shelves of books in the room that he knocked over. His logic as to why this should be my job, is because he says I stacked them so that they would fall over. Riiiiiight.
The second I start to argue with him about it, he just loses it. I mean completely loses it. To be perfectly honest, he looked like he'd gone crazy. Out of all the wild and heated fits I've witnessed out of him, this one has got to be the worst, and the most irrational. I mean, all I asked for was a little help straightening up, it's not like I asked him to do anything more than the most basic of tasks for crying out loud. His reaction to all of this is, he immediately rushes into the bathroom and slams the door repeatedly, screaming like a banshee (I swear to God he scared the shit out of me) that he "Doesn't give a fuck" he said that like twenty times. I don't know what the hell was wrong with him.
Finally, he left.
He also came clean to me, and admitted that he hates me. Apparently, I'm one among many whom he blames for "stealing his childhood" whatever the Hell that means. To be quite frank, at this point -- I just don't give a shit. I thought something like that would hurt my feelings, but after having to deal with such a bad, sour attitude from my own brother for years on end, I guess I'm just over it. I'm sick of dealing with a twenty-year-old who constantly acts like he's five, has a permanent chip on his shoulder, and believes that everybody but himself is the cause of all his problems.
Admittedly, the stress of the fight must have taken its toll though, because I cried for an hour afterward and its been a long time since I've cried. I just don't do it very often. Apparently, I've been so stressed and about living in the same house with him and my dad, that this argument was the straw that broke the camel's back. Or so to speak. I feel better now though. I think I'll be counting the days on my calendar until I can move into my aunt's house even more carefully now. I'm even considering community college in San Diego. I believe one of them that is close to my aunt's house has the Dental Assistant program too.
But yeah. I think I'm washing my hands of him now. I simply don't have the energy or the willpower for that matter, to do what it takes to save this relationship with my brother. That's not to say I'm done with him forever, but I'm certainly finished trying to be a good sibling, until he's at least willing to do the same.
That, could take a while. Until then, I'm done wasting my effort and my sanity. It's just not worth it.