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Kind of feel bad for my brother.. and I never thought I'd be saying that. I mean, yeah, this is partially, if not mostly, his own fault - but I still feel bad for him nonetheless.
A week ago, he got expelled from school. Missed too many days, was failing all of his classes due to not doing any work, was encouraging the younger kids to skip school with him, etc., so Mr. Penney expelled him. Ever since he got expelled, our mom's been riding his ass to get another job so she can charge him rent (despite the fact that he's never there) and register for the next semester at a different school (one that's close to her house despite the fact that again, HE'S NEVER THERE). He's supposed to be at our mom's house for one week, at our house for one week, back at my mom's, and so on - but in reality he's actually been at my dad's house for about six months and at my mom's house for less than two weeks the entire time because she can't make up her damn mind whether or not she wants to be a parent. She only EVER fucking wants us when it's convenient for her.. that is, when her boyfriend isn't over, when she isn't going out to drink with her friends, or just when she isn't feeling too damn lazy to take responsibility for the children she brought into the world. So every time she decides that she's going to be Michael's mother again (we mutually decided she wasn't going to be mine a long time ago), he picks up everything - his PlayStation, his clothing, his books and his paperwork, and moves everything to mom's house. 99% of the time, they don't even make it to the end of the week before she decides that she's tired of being his mom again, and sends him packing. So now it's Sunday night, he's been here for two weeks, and it's my mom's week again. He's been wearing the same pair of jeans for the whole time and he has like, three shirts here. His PS3 is at mom's house and so are all his resumes, so he can't even get a job (which she's been bitching at him to do ever since he quit his old job, even though when he DID have a job, she was bitching at him to get ANOTHER one on top of returning to school next semester?). He's been trying to arrange to go over there and pick up his shit all week (even though it's actually her week to have him), and she just keeps putting him off because she's a fucking irresponsible child who only wants to talk to us when it fits into her lifestyle. When she's fucking her boyfriend, or getting high every night, or just "too tired because I work all day and you don't", we're an inconvenience to her lifestyle, and therefore she just shunts us off onto our dad. Well, not us.. only my brother, really, because I stopped putting up with her bullshit a long time ago. She whines that she makes an effort to see me and that I don't return the effort, but it's because I'm fucking tired of trying and getting my hopes up only to have them shot down because she's too much of a child to have children herself. Anyway, ugh. I don't want to make a huge fucking post about it, but I feel really bad for Michael. I still remember vividly what it feels like to know that your own mother doesn't even want you because you don't fit conveniently into the perfect little box of her lifestyle. If you weren't going to look after your kids, you shouldn't have fucking had any in the first place.
A week ago, he got expelled from school. Missed too many days, was failing all of his classes due to not doing any work, was encouraging the younger kids to skip school with him, etc., so Mr. Penney expelled him. Ever since he got expelled, our mom's been riding his ass to get another job so she can charge him rent (despite the fact that he's never there) and register for the next semester at a different school (one that's close to her house despite the fact that again, HE'S NEVER THERE). He's supposed to be at our mom's house for one week, at our house for one week, back at my mom's, and so on - but in reality he's actually been at my dad's house for about six months and at my mom's house for less than two weeks the entire time because she can't make up her damn mind whether or not she wants to be a parent. She only EVER fucking wants us when it's convenient for her.. that is, when her boyfriend isn't over, when she isn't going out to drink with her friends, or just when she isn't feeling too damn lazy to take responsibility for the children she brought into the world. So every time she decides that she's going to be Michael's mother again (we mutually decided she wasn't going to be mine a long time ago), he picks up everything - his PlayStation, his clothing, his books and his paperwork, and moves everything to mom's house. 99% of the time, they don't even make it to the end of the week before she decides that she's tired of being his mom again, and sends him packing. So now it's Sunday night, he's been here for two weeks, and it's my mom's week again. He's been wearing the same pair of jeans for the whole time and he has like, three shirts here. His PS3 is at mom's house and so are all his resumes, so he can't even get a job (which she's been bitching at him to do ever since he quit his old job, even though when he DID have a job, she was bitching at him to get ANOTHER one on top of returning to school next semester?). He's been trying to arrange to go over there and pick up his shit all week (even though it's actually her week to have him), and she just keeps putting him off because she's a fucking irresponsible child who only wants to talk to us when it fits into her lifestyle. When she's fucking her boyfriend, or getting high every night, or just "too tired because I work all day and you don't", we're an inconvenience to her lifestyle, and therefore she just shunts us off onto our dad. Well, not us.. only my brother, really, because I stopped putting up with her bullshit a long time ago. She whines that she makes an effort to see me and that I don't return the effort, but it's because I'm fucking tired of trying and getting my hopes up only to have them shot down because she's too much of a child to have children herself. Anyway, ugh. I don't want to make a huge fucking post about it, but I feel really bad for Michael. I still remember vividly what it feels like to know that your own mother doesn't even want you because you don't fit conveniently into the perfect little box of her lifestyle. If you weren't going to look after your kids, you shouldn't have fucking had any in the first place.