And he wonders why I call him a Bastard!
It's so funny how when something happens, you can't wait to blog about it. Put it down so the good feeling feels kinda permanent. Then something comes along and just ruins your fucking day. That thing would be better know as my brother, V.
For all intents and purposes, I had given up hope for V. He's about to be 20 years old, is still working on his GED and for the first time, has what is known as a full time job. We have spoken every day since he started said job on Thursday. I've never been more excited for him, proud of him and not ready to erase him from my existence.
Then today hit. Apparently he wanted to purchase a dog tag with a picture of my deceased cousin on it. Nothing wrong with that. Except he's never even met her. Young Kayla was only on this earth for 11 months. She spent most of it in a Ronald McDonald House trying to cope with what ailed her poor little body. While I understand wanting to honor family that's passed on (V for some reason wants to adorn his body with this), this fool went to my mother's place of employment and proceeded to have a child-like tantrum because my mom didn't want to leave to go home, get a picture of Kayla, give him $35 for an unnecessary piece of jewelry and then go back to her hell hole of a job.
My mom is 2 years from a well deserved and well earned retirement. This selfish bastard has the audacity to fuck her shit up because of a fucking dog tag! This is why I claim to be an only child. Don't get me wrong, I have my selfish moments. I think mom spoiled us beyond belief. But after awhile, I realized that I only want her to be happy now. She raised me, provided for me and sacrificed a hell of a lot for me to be where I am. I just don't understand why my brother is such a dick. And now, mom is going to stay at work and wait for me to run my after work errands so that I can escort her home because one only knows what kind of a hissy fit that motherfucker is going to have when she walks into the house. Shit, I hope she still has a job when I meet up with her later.
My mom has always talked about our purchasing a mother/daughter house. For reasons I'm sure will come out later, I don't want to do that. But I worry about her with him. This is the V of yesterday. I know nobody grows up overnight, but that negro sho' nuff had me fooled.
So tonight instead of going home and watching Law & Order and getting my clothes together to possibly do laundry at 5am, I'm going to spend time at my mom's making sure she and brother don't kill each other. The selfish side of me thinks this sucks. But the woman that my mother raised me to be knows that I have to be there for her through all of the bullshit. And push come to shove, if he wants to show his ass, I have no problem dialing 911 on his stupid ass.
I'll blog about what a wonderful movie Crash was another time.
For all intents and purposes, I had given up hope for V. He's about to be 20 years old, is still working on his GED and for the first time, has what is known as a full time job. We have spoken every day since he started said job on Thursday. I've never been more excited for him, proud of him and not ready to erase him from my existence.
Then today hit. Apparently he wanted to purchase a dog tag with a picture of my deceased cousin on it. Nothing wrong with that. Except he's never even met her. Young Kayla was only on this earth for 11 months. She spent most of it in a Ronald McDonald House trying to cope with what ailed her poor little body. While I understand wanting to honor family that's passed on (V for some reason wants to adorn his body with this), this fool went to my mother's place of employment and proceeded to have a child-like tantrum because my mom didn't want to leave to go home, get a picture of Kayla, give him $35 for an unnecessary piece of jewelry and then go back to her hell hole of a job.
My mom is 2 years from a well deserved and well earned retirement. This selfish bastard has the audacity to fuck her shit up because of a fucking dog tag! This is why I claim to be an only child. Don't get me wrong, I have my selfish moments. I think mom spoiled us beyond belief. But after awhile, I realized that I only want her to be happy now. She raised me, provided for me and sacrificed a hell of a lot for me to be where I am. I just don't understand why my brother is such a dick. And now, mom is going to stay at work and wait for me to run my after work errands so that I can escort her home because one only knows what kind of a hissy fit that motherfucker is going to have when she walks into the house. Shit, I hope she still has a job when I meet up with her later.
My mom has always talked about our purchasing a mother/daughter house. For reasons I'm sure will come out later, I don't want to do that. But I worry about her with him. This is the V of yesterday. I know nobody grows up overnight, but that negro sho' nuff had me fooled.
So tonight instead of going home and watching Law & Order and getting my clothes together to possibly do laundry at 5am, I'm going to spend time at my mom's making sure she and brother don't kill each other. The selfish side of me thinks this sucks. But the woman that my mother raised me to be knows that I have to be there for her through all of the bullshit. And push come to shove, if he wants to show his ass, I have no problem dialing 911 on his stupid ass.
I'll blog about what a wonderful movie Crash was another time.
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