"I'll be the one to show you the way, you'll be the one to always complain."
I love my brother, I really do. And our relationship has come along way. I can remember hating him for about two years. I wouldn't say a single word to him. And I'm proud of him for turning his life around. But right now, as terrible as it sounds, I'm getting sick of all this crap. For the last year I have been dropping whatever I had going on every Wednesday and Thursday so I could drive to all his AA meetings and his court mandated classes. I know that he needs help to rebuild his life, and I'm trying to be good sister and do whatever I can, but I think I've reached my max. I can't help but feel like his bad choices are now really getting in the way of my life. I have been doing this for a little over a year, and I'm just done. Right now all I want to do if stay at home, hang out with Greg and relax, but instead I have to be his chauffeur. I know this probably makes me sound like the most selfish bitch in the world, but that how I feel. And for what it’s worth, even though I’m complaining, I will still be driving him around today. I can't wait until he straightens his life out.