I was determined not to do this...
And who knows, maybe I'll change my mind and this entry will be gone tomorrow.
I was determined not to even mention that I have a brother on here, let alone what's been going on with him, and me, and my mother....
My mother and I get into it (badly, the police were involved twice), my brother and my mother get into it (badly)...
I cannot stand my brother at all. I don't really want to say much more than that about our relationship (if you can even call it that). I've tried, he's tried (I think)... It doesn't work. I remember one night thinking I needed someone to talk to and I thought of him, and then I immediately changed my mind.
Then today... My mother and my brother went out. I went to my bedroom and fell asleep and I knew my mother was going out later in the afternoon. I'm not even sure if I just woke up, or if I woke up because I heard banging. Either way he was banging and crashing (I didn't actually see what, it sounded like doors, and he kept going up and down the stairs like a ton or bricks). He turned up the tv (he was in the next room), I went downstairs and he started (what sounded like) rattling dishes. He wouldn't stop, I turned up the sound on my computer, and he still wouldn't stop. I knew then that I would have to leave. I didn't go into the same room as him but he was in the kitchen and the door is about 5 metres away. He said something, I shouted back he was a waste of time, slammed the door and left.
Then I drove around looking for my mother. I ended up coming back and finding her. She was outside on the stoop with the dog. She told me he was going nuts and not to go inside... And then she proceeded to tell me this was all my fault. We argued and I asked her what she was going to do... She said that she wanted him out. She went inside for a minute and came back out and told me to drive...
We ended up going to the gas station and she called the police. And it took a while for them to come (the officer said it was a busy night for them)....
Then he told us we had to go with him. The doors were locked and I had to give him my house key. Apparently, he was passed out drunk when the officers found him. They brought him outside and he didn't have anything on his feet or even a shirt on. The officer asked me to go get some stuff for him.
Right now he's in lockup.... And God knows what is going to happen tomorrow. This happened before and my mother let him come back... But then again she let me come back too...
I was determined not to even mention that I have a brother on here, let alone what's been going on with him, and me, and my mother....
My mother and I get into it (badly, the police were involved twice), my brother and my mother get into it (badly)...
I cannot stand my brother at all. I don't really want to say much more than that about our relationship (if you can even call it that). I've tried, he's tried (I think)... It doesn't work. I remember one night thinking I needed someone to talk to and I thought of him, and then I immediately changed my mind.
Then today... My mother and my brother went out. I went to my bedroom and fell asleep and I knew my mother was going out later in the afternoon. I'm not even sure if I just woke up, or if I woke up because I heard banging. Either way he was banging and crashing (I didn't actually see what, it sounded like doors, and he kept going up and down the stairs like a ton or bricks). He turned up the tv (he was in the next room), I went downstairs and he started (what sounded like) rattling dishes. He wouldn't stop, I turned up the sound on my computer, and he still wouldn't stop. I knew then that I would have to leave. I didn't go into the same room as him but he was in the kitchen and the door is about 5 metres away. He said something, I shouted back he was a waste of time, slammed the door and left.
Then I drove around looking for my mother. I ended up coming back and finding her. She was outside on the stoop with the dog. She told me he was going nuts and not to go inside... And then she proceeded to tell me this was all my fault. We argued and I asked her what she was going to do... She said that she wanted him out. She went inside for a minute and came back out and told me to drive...
We ended up going to the gas station and she called the police. And it took a while for them to come (the officer said it was a busy night for them)....
Then he told us we had to go with him. The doors were locked and I had to give him my house key. Apparently, he was passed out drunk when the officers found him. They brought him outside and he didn't have anything on his feet or even a shirt on. The officer asked me to go get some stuff for him.
Right now he's in lockup.... And God knows what is going to happen tomorrow. This happened before and my mother let him come back... But then again she let me come back too...