It was around 10pm, and I was struggling with a programming problem when my phone rang, the screen showing an unfamiliar number which my caller id had failed to identify. It turned out to be my brother in law, and he was sobbing and threatening suicide.
It turned out that BIL and sis had frequent quarrels. “She picks fights over the smallest things” was my BIL’s summary. It was after one such quarrel she stormed out to my mum’s place, three weeks ago. I told BIL that I would find out what’s wrong. He wanted a date when he could meet with sis. I said I would try, but no promise.
From my sister and mum’s accounts, this is a frequent event. BIL would lose his top over small matters, and would cuss foully at my sister. My sister would then be unhappy and move out, and BIL will repent, beg for forgiveness amidst tears and suicide threats. This could be the seventh times or more this had happened, since they were married late last year.
Yes, 7 meltdowns over a period of less than a year.
Meanwhile, as I was talking to my sister, BIL continued to bombard my phone, and finally sending me a SMS which sums up, “Why aren’t you helping me? Why don’t you answer my call?”
I got a SMS each day after the incident. One can be shorten to “Can you imagine how I feel? Please help me”, while the most recent today is “I am involved in another car accident as I cannot think. I need a date to see your sis. Can you imagine how hurt I am?” My annoyance meter raised a notch each day.
Mum also told me BIL called up sis’ workplace, through the office phone, even though sis told him not to. Even though I have told him to give her room. The boss yelled at him. I hope my sis kept her job.
Honesty, BIL, this is not a soap opera. Stop whining, expecting that your tears will somehow set things right. No amount dramatic posturing on your part would change the situation. What my sister wants is someone who is able to give her security, stability and understanding, not the romantic sappy kind of relationship. I don’t know who is right or who is wrong, but if you are having melt-downs these often, one of you isn’t doing right.
And looking at your behaviour just over three days, I have a hunch that the fault is up your sorry ass. You think just crying, swearing to heaven and trying to get my sis’ sympathy is going to work after ten (or more) massive melt-downs? Don’t think so.
Finally, if you take your own life, it’s your own fucking responsibility.