I love you,Brother
hey all,
so I come home from brandon's house to find all of my brother's clothes in bags and boxes at the foot of the stairs. I call out to him and find him in the living room. I ask him if he was alright and why was his stuff downstairs. HE tells me that my mom did one of her damn SIX O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING yelling fits again. just what was she yelling about? the damn dishes! the damn DISHES PEOPLE! Now my brother got off of work at two in the morning and hasn't gotten any sleep what so ever because of her being a dumbass and I never thought that I would have to say that about my own mother. but that is what she was acting like. Mind you, my mom and her husband, were there for damn three DAYS she wants to complain because she had to clean up her own damn mess?! what kind of shit is that? we (my brother and I ) are never there to make any dishes in the first place. it disgusts me more that anything. then come to find out that my bro and stankass ( my mom's husband) had an argument because stankass got smart with him when stakass was cleaning out the table drawers. that bast ard isn't anyone's father in here and my mom is too busy sniffing up his ass to keep the dirty scoundrel in check. And there is never any food in the house, for my sister to eat and she is only twelve! my sister eats when her dad, my bro, or I buy her food or if she has money. and she's all like " how are you ging to survive when we are in Atlanta" and I'm like I will be just fine in Orlando WITHOUT YOU! its serious this time, guys. my brother was like he didn't want her calling his phone at all. and I just want hinm to be safe wherever he ends up tonight. so please send him your prayers. it would be greatly appreciated. My sister is lucky... she has her dad, but mom was all me and my brother had. but now, I guess we hold onto a sliver of who she used to be........
so I come home from brandon's house to find all of my brother's clothes in bags and boxes at the foot of the stairs. I call out to him and find him in the living room. I ask him if he was alright and why was his stuff downstairs. HE tells me that my mom did one of her damn SIX O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING yelling fits again. just what was she yelling about? the damn dishes! the damn DISHES PEOPLE! Now my brother got off of work at two in the morning and hasn't gotten any sleep what so ever because of her being a dumbass and I never thought that I would have to say that about my own mother. but that is what she was acting like. Mind you, my mom and her husband, were there for damn three DAYS she wants to complain because she had to clean up her own damn mess?! what kind of shit is that? we (my brother and I ) are never there to make any dishes in the first place. it disgusts me more that anything. then come to find out that my bro and stankass ( my mom's husband) had an argument because stankass got smart with him when stakass was cleaning out the table drawers. that bast ard isn't anyone's father in here and my mom is too busy sniffing up his ass to keep the dirty scoundrel in check. And there is never any food in the house, for my sister to eat and she is only twelve! my sister eats when her dad, my bro, or I buy her food or if she has money. and she's all like " how are you ging to survive when we are in Atlanta" and I'm like I will be just fine in Orlando WITHOUT YOU! its serious this time, guys. my brother was like he didn't want her calling his phone at all. and I just want hinm to be safe wherever he ends up tonight. so please send him your prayers. it would be greatly appreciated. My sister is lucky... she has her dad, but mom was all me and my brother had. but now, I guess we hold onto a sliver of who she used to be........