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Some of you may know and love (if by 'love' I mean "want to slaughter" or "wish AIDS upon") my darling foster brother, Benjamin. If you don't, well, count yourself lucky. He's turning eighteen soon, and, if fate decides that for once it does not hate me, he will be forced out by the system and by the fact that Dad hates him as much as we do.
He's taken to stealing my stuff. Two times now I have found a bottle of my perfume (that I usually leave in the bathroom because that's when I use perfume--after showers) chilling on his dresser in his room. I left my headphones on the bookshelf in the kitchen (where my iPod speakers were sitting for when we swim outside) this morning, and when we came in from swimming this afternoon (after he'd left, to hang out with his drug-addicted family), they were oh-so-mysteriously gone. We went to check his room for 'em, and found one of my new Soleil razors (they're very girly, you know, and I've only used one so far, so I know how many should be in the pack) on his shelf in his room.
I don't care about "invading his privacy" because he is truly defective and all-around worthless. Also, in my mind, I stop giving a shit about your privacy the moment you decide to steal something that belongs to me.
I need advice, or something--short of hauling off and breaking his nose, how can I deal with him? I've already decided that if Nina or my iPod or anything like that goes missing and we find any hint that he was to blame, I'm getting physical on his worthless ass. Until then, though, I must rely on passive-aggressive/aggressive-aggressive ways to drive him out/make sure he knows just how low we think he is. Halp?
He's taken to stealing my stuff. Two times now I have found a bottle of my perfume (that I usually leave in the bathroom because that's when I use perfume--after showers) chilling on his dresser in his room. I left my headphones on the bookshelf in the kitchen (where my iPod speakers were sitting for when we swim outside) this morning, and when we came in from swimming this afternoon (after he'd left, to hang out with his drug-addicted family), they were oh-so-mysteriously gone. We went to check his room for 'em, and found one of my new Soleil razors (they're very girly, you know, and I've only used one so far, so I know how many should be in the pack) on his shelf in his room.
I don't care about "invading his privacy" because he is truly defective and all-around worthless. Also, in my mind, I stop giving a shit about your privacy the moment you decide to steal something that belongs to me.
I need advice, or something--short of hauling off and breaking his nose, how can I deal with him? I've already decided that if Nina or my iPod or anything like that goes missing and we find any hint that he was to blame, I'm getting physical on his worthless ass. Until then, though, I must rely on passive-aggressive/aggressive-aggressive ways to drive him out/make sure he knows just how low we think he is. Halp?