I have one brother. He is 22 months older than me. He has dark hair and dark eyes. He doesn’t look like me. Sometimes I am not sure how we are actually related. I have been told since I can remember that he has always loved me very much. I disagree with that statement.
My brother is weird, immature, and socially awkward. It has always been hard to connect with him, because we are so different. Throughout the years I have lost all interest in spending any time with him. He is arrogant, rude, and disrespectful and I don’t like being surrounded by that.
Since my brother and I are so different, I feel like he resents me. I enjoy school and I am good at it; him not so much. I am friendly and have good friends; him not so much. I make good decisions and don’t piss our parents off; him not so much. I think he thinks our parents like me more. I think he thinks our parents are more proud of me.
Last night, the arguing and the fighting with him hit rock-bottom. He really hurt my mom and I don’t appreciate it when he treats her this way. My mom has a strict no alcohol in the house rule. My brother knows this rule, but while they were out of town this past week he disobeyed it. He has been abusing alcohol. When he gets upset or things don’t go his way, he starts downing tequila shots until he passes out. We are all worried about him. Well my mom confronted him last night and he was a jerk. You live in her house, so you can abide by her rules! But he doesn’t see it that way. He ended up taking his tequila to the street and finishing it out there, but he never came home. They couldn’t find him. No matter how rude he is, my mother still loves him. She was up all night worrying about him.
It’s times like these when I start to question everything. I don’t understand how a person can act that way, especially toward their mom. I have given him excuses when he was younger, but now I don’t feel sorry for him. He is one of the reasons I no longer have the kind of faith I used to. I used to pray every day that God would help my brother; point him in the right direction, provide him with good people to hang out with, care about him just a little, open his eyes. Now I am just done. I don’t care if God is God; I don’t see how he can make one family function and be happy, while mine struggles constantly. That may sound selfish, but I don’t care. I gave up believing God will help do anything in my life… that is if he is even up there.
Honestly, my parents should have kicked my brother out a long time ago. As much as I don’t want to see my family in shambles, I feel like it would be best if they kicked him out tomorrow. He showed back up today like he hadn’t even behaved that way last night. I want them to stand up to him. I know my mom is scared she will lose him, but at some point he has to learn that treating people this way and acting this way will get you nowhere in life. He needs to appreciate what he has instead of always taking advantage.
❤ a girl