After School Specials . . .
Ya know. . .
I never really liked those after school specials on televison.
Really, I would have to admit that I don't think I recall willingly sitting through one. I enjoyed reading way too much, and my father used to threaten to punish me by making me watch television.
sighs
And lately I feel as if my life is becoming an homage to those old "tough love" specials.
My youngest brother is a thief . . . he has broken and entered into my apartment (shared with my other brother and mom), and lies to us constantly. He has admitted to doing drugs. He was kicked out of the apartment when he started stealing from us and was living mostly with his girlfriend.
As his lies starting piling up, I have tried to pull away and stop giving him money, scared that it's going towards drugs and further hurting him. We've even trying giving him gift cards to grocery stores so that it would limit what he could buy (and yes there is a grocery store around here that doesn't sell booze). Yes I know that he could try to trade on the cards, but damn hearing my brother say he didn't eat is hard to hear.
And it hurts to the depths of my heart to be reminded that he has lied again and again. On Sunday, I gave him a gift card to a grocery store and the next day, when I'm not here, lied to our mom saying that he had no money for food.
We've tried to get him psychiatric help, but he's a fluent liar. He was released after a week because he had to be in college he said. Another lie, found out about a month later that the books he had me buy were for his girlfriend.
sighs
I'm tired of dealing with him and his screw ups. I'm tired of coming home from work around 11pm when I work nights to find out that "hey, TC lied again" or "Kim, something else has been stolen."
Hardening my heart against him is hard. He is my baby brother.
But it looks like "tough love" and no contact is the way to go.
But I still have a tether out there . . . I'm still covering the cell phone.
Which makes me weak, I guess.
I never really liked those after school specials on televison.
Really, I would have to admit that I don't think I recall willingly sitting through one. I enjoyed reading way too much, and my father used to threaten to punish me by making me watch television.
sighs
And lately I feel as if my life is becoming an homage to those old "tough love" specials.
My youngest brother is a thief . . . he has broken and entered into my apartment (shared with my other brother and mom), and lies to us constantly. He has admitted to doing drugs. He was kicked out of the apartment when he started stealing from us and was living mostly with his girlfriend.
As his lies starting piling up, I have tried to pull away and stop giving him money, scared that it's going towards drugs and further hurting him. We've even trying giving him gift cards to grocery stores so that it would limit what he could buy (and yes there is a grocery store around here that doesn't sell booze). Yes I know that he could try to trade on the cards, but damn hearing my brother say he didn't eat is hard to hear.
And it hurts to the depths of my heart to be reminded that he has lied again and again. On Sunday, I gave him a gift card to a grocery store and the next day, when I'm not here, lied to our mom saying that he had no money for food.
We've tried to get him psychiatric help, but he's a fluent liar. He was released after a week because he had to be in college he said. Another lie, found out about a month later that the books he had me buy were for his girlfriend.
sighs
I'm tired of dealing with him and his screw ups. I'm tired of coming home from work around 11pm when I work nights to find out that "hey, TC lied again" or "Kim, something else has been stolen."
Hardening my heart against him is hard. He is my baby brother.
But it looks like "tough love" and no contact is the way to go.
But I still have a tether out there . . . I'm still covering the cell phone.
Which makes me weak, I guess.