Join Date: May 2011
Location: Elk Grove, California
I'm really having such an awful day. If it ends without me arrested for fratricide, I'll be surprised. I could truly strangle my brother.
Good news: I finally found my cat.
The story: Because she was hiding and because she hasn't been eating, I want to take her to the vet. While we're scheduling appts, one of them is at 6:30AM but my dad won't be home. I said my brother, who is visiting from NYC, could drive.
His responses: "I'm not getting up then. It's just a cat. It's none of my business."
I should point out my brother is the walking epitome of self-absorbed. Everyone bends over backward to accomodate him but clearly, he has no interest in helping his own family out. If I could say how much everyone else does for him . . . but help US out? Noooooo. And yet, despite his less than familial attitude, my parents laud him to the stars and brag about his many accomplishments. People throw parties when he comes home and want to know all about what he does. But he treats us like strangers. He's much too busy doing important things to make time to call or e-mail. Even when he comes home, he doesn't sit and talk with us. He goes out to concerts or movies or to see friends.
I finally lost it. I started yelling at him, even said the F word (I have only seriously said it once before in my life) and then stormed out. I did get a contrite apology but I don't think anything has changed. Nothing will. Nothing ever does. No one except me ever bothers to tell him he's a jerk, not even my parents. It's like they're afraid to actually, y'know, parent him. I mean, I know he's almost 36 but you're still his parents for crying out loud.
You know back in Nov. 2011, when I finally met his mentor in NYC? I said "I've heard so much about you! I'm Brock's sister." and the man replied "Really? He never says anything about you." True story. :(
Anyway, sorry. I don't have anywhere else to unload this. I can't even put it on facebook because his partner is one of my friends and would read it.
I just really . . . . I don't know.