Brother Dearest:
You are family; therefore I must love you, but if you don’t GROW UP and pull your head out of our dear mother’s twat, I will forcibly remove you and show you THE REAL WORLD!
History:
24 year old brother–once upon a time had a phenomenal brain and such PROMISE–went to college–dyed hair blue and proceeded to try every type of drug out there (no, this is not my problem–I realize it happens sometimes and I am not necessarily condemning experimentation) finally settling on pot with which you proved that continuous use of it will make a person STUPID (not condemning the occasional doobie either)–however, you smoke dope continuously for 4 years and SOMEHOW manage to get a degree…
But then you decide to live off of your girlfriend and move. Then you whine about Daddy cutting you off…at the age of 22 after your schooling has been paid for. Then you decide to end all contact with our parents because you have been cut off and shoved out into the cold cruel world.
Now, our mother is having some emotional/depression issues. You ARE her favorite (I am just saying it how it is–came to grips with that a long time ago) and she is desperate to hear from you–she wants to commit suicide, but she told me that she can’t do it because she wants to talk to you first… I BEG you to call her–BEG you. And you don’t…
I paid for you to fly home for Thanksgiving so Mom can see you…you come home, and do not help out at all–your “joking” comment: “I do not have a vagina–I will not help with dishes or any kind of work that is made for women…” Yet, Mom wants to please you and cooks for you and takes care of you. You suck it all up and then try to wrangle money out of our parents before returning merrily home. You try to convince Dad to give you money for graduate school because you can’t get a scholarship (you could have if your grades from undergrad weren’t so shitty from pot). You, in fact, want to go to law school. And not just any old law school–you want THE MOST EXPENSIVE ONE in your city even though there are 5 cheaper schools… You say–“Hey, maybe I’ll work for the state dept. or the FBI after school.” I don’t think that they would hire someone who has tried every drug under the sun.
You are going back to your city of residence to sponge off of your girlfriend, and then have the gall to complain about the shitty time you have to fly back–as if I am your fucking TRAVEL AGENT!
I would love for you turn over a new leaf, but alas you are an artful con man and a shitty son and I hope that someday you will have to GROW UP–and have some responsibility!
Not a very good rant, but I feel better now…