Family, my ass...
So my brother just stomps out of nowhere in the middle of the night to try and set our dog on our cat, trying to getting them to fight each other, when he knows they don't get along.
If you didn't know it before, I don't like my brother, and I've told him that in his face many times. We haven't gotten along in years. And our fights get physical really fast. We ripped each other's clothes, broke tables, punched, and even bitten each other. I don't really know (nor do I care) what his beef is with me, but my problem with him is that he doesn't respect our mom, nor does he give a shit about anything in her house. His sense of entitlement is beyond ridiculous, and acts like everything runs on his time. The last major fight happened because mom didn't answer him right away. My brother ended up giving me a scarring bite mark, and mom a bloody nose, leaving dented doors and thrown food in his wake.
Jackass.
I get the fact he has a learning disability and behaviour issues and I know I'm not helping by engaging him, but fucking hell man, what makes him think he can get away with shit like that?
Anyway, he wakes up in the middle of the night and tries to get the pets to fight each other, and I say, "Just take your boyfriend (meaning our dog) and go to bed, you loser."
He pulls my blanket off of me, knocking over a plant across the room, and yells, "I'm not a loser!" And he starts heaving like an angry bull.
And I go, "Are you going to hit me? 'Cause I'm not saying "I'm sorry!"
He tries to get the pets to fight a few more times, then grabs the dog and goes back to bed.
I go back to watch "the Human Centipede" episode of South Park.
And it hit me.
My 16 year old little brother IS ERIC CARTMAN: A complete jackass, especially to his mother.
And I don't feel guilty knowing that we won't ever get along. I won't ever forgive him for the things he's does to my mom and her house.
If you didn't know it before, I don't like my brother, and I've told him that in his face many times. We haven't gotten along in years. And our fights get physical really fast. We ripped each other's clothes, broke tables, punched, and even bitten each other. I don't really know (nor do I care) what his beef is with me, but my problem with him is that he doesn't respect our mom, nor does he give a shit about anything in her house. His sense of entitlement is beyond ridiculous, and acts like everything runs on his time. The last major fight happened because mom didn't answer him right away. My brother ended up giving me a scarring bite mark, and mom a bloody nose, leaving dented doors and thrown food in his wake.
Jackass.
I get the fact he has a learning disability and behaviour issues and I know I'm not helping by engaging him, but fucking hell man, what makes him think he can get away with shit like that?
Anyway, he wakes up in the middle of the night and tries to get the pets to fight each other, and I say, "Just take your boyfriend (meaning our dog) and go to bed, you loser."
He pulls my blanket off of me, knocking over a plant across the room, and yells, "I'm not a loser!" And he starts heaving like an angry bull.
And I go, "Are you going to hit me? 'Cause I'm not saying "I'm sorry!"
He tries to get the pets to fight a few more times, then grabs the dog and goes back to bed.
I go back to watch "the Human Centipede" episode of South Park.
And it hit me.
My 16 year old little brother IS ERIC CARTMAN: A complete jackass, especially to his mother.
And I don't feel guilty knowing that we won't ever get along. I won't ever forgive him for the things he's does to my mom and her house.