My brother, the asshole
So, today I found the dog I've been looking for since 1998 when I had to put Goldie down because her kidneys were failing. Okay, that's 10 YEARS. Yes, we're crowded at my house right now. Yes, we have 5 cats between my brother and I. I am willing to find a home for my stray (though I don't want to, she stays under the bed during the day anyway). So, I tell him about it, about the fact that I'm bringing my dog home next week (after she's spent a week with a trainer,BTW) and not only does he go ballistic. He threatens to kill my new dog and my cats. In addition to saying every degrading thing he could to me, he called me every degrading name possible under the sun. Then he came stomping down like he was going to beat me up. (Once upon a time, he did hurt me really bad, but at that time it did help straighten me up). Then after he called me all of these names and said all of these things, he started making fun of how little money I make right now. Saying I have no motivation. (I have been looking for a job that uses my real estate skills for FOUR MONTHS NOW) and can't find one. I just don't understand how someone can have soo much hate. Now here's the thing, I understand how much work a dog is, I truly do; but it's irrelevant. I need to find another place to live PRONTO. P.S. The dog is cat friendly, she loves cats. Hell, she might think she is a cat for all I know. WTF! I'm getting the dog. If it doesn't work out, the trainer will take her back, no questions asked. I don't see what the big deal is. HELP! is it me?!?