Pitted before, and will be pitted again, add lying to his list of descriptions. We already knew he was crazy, as in mentally ill, and who refuses treatment for his psychosis.
We already knew he was manipulative, as his specialty is inducing a tsunami of guilt on my weak mother. His refusal to help himself is legend as is his attempts to gather handouts. For years, he suckered my mother into giving him hundreds of dollars a month in support, while he refused to lift a hand to help himself.
Living in a dreamland of fantasies, he can drive the sanest soul to suicide with frustration of listing to countless repetitions of his visions of grandeur. He’ll build a new jet engine. He’ll invest this. He’ll invent that. When you’re bipolar and on the streets, it’s easier to win Nobel prizes than clean up and get your shit together enough to flip burgers.
Sure, he’ll hit you up for money for projects which will never be worked on, let along actually have the slightest chance of working. Except no one is stupid enough to give him money because no one is going to help someone who refuses to make the slightest effort to help himself.
Except for my emotionally wasted mother who buys off her guilt with the frantic pace of an alcoholic drinking regrets into oblivion.
After years of pleading, we finally got my mom into counseling, and found someone she likes. All well, and all fine. Counselor convinces her that she should cut off the money. Naturally, the brother does not like losing his sole source of income, and kicks up the guilt manipulation to get her to give him one final payment.
What I didn’t know until too late was the payment was $7,000. This was supposedly to pay off debts and give him enough money to buy materials to make all these inventions. This would, in his terms, allow him to get all his ducks in a row, and he could become self-sufficient and make his millions.
Yes, when pigs can fly. Someone who is homeless by choice, because renting is to much stress and who refuses to find a job, any job, because there’s too much potential for stress, will suddenly be able to design, build market and sell jet engines. Somewhere in that plan, it’s going to take the ability to have goals and work on them, rather than just daydream in a park.
Naturally, not a single other person agreed with my mother, but she blindly forged ahead. I finally washed my hands of trying to get Mom to stop this stupidity, after it was obvious she was going to do it regardless of the insanity of the plan. She wouldn’t budge, even though it involved borrowing money against her home, since her fixed retirement income isn’t enough to cough up that kind of money.
So, we knew he was crazy, and a piece of shit. That’s old news.
The new news is the he turned over this money to his friend so the friend could pay his property taxes. So maybe even he realized he couldn’t do it and gave it to his friend. My guess is, though, that the friend got my brother to lie to Mom to get the money.
I guess in the long run, it really doesn’t matter that much if he’s a liar on top of everything else. I’ve cut all contact with him, after his repeated emails insisting I’m to blame for the death of my son.
The question is who to pit. My brother, of course. His friend for inducing this, or, even if he is innocent of that particular crime, of accepting the money which he would know the history of. How that son of a bitch sleeps at night is beyond me. And of course, my mother for being a spineless rug, allowing her fucking crazy, lying piece of shit son to take advantage of her.
I’m already out this. My mother will have to deal with him on her own. I had been giving her presents such as flying her out to visit my sister and a vacation in Turkey with my aunt, because she felt she didn’t have enough money herself.
After she borrowed money to give my brother, I realized that I’ve been enabling her in the same way that she was enabling my brother. She would give away her spare money, because she felt guilty, I then would pay for things for her because I wanted her to be able to enjoy her life.
What I was doing though, was allowing her to continue to not make tough decisions. If she didn’t have enough money to visit her grandchildren and through money away on her son, it didn’t matter because another son would step in.
After this, I told her she was on her own. If she continues to give all her money and can’t afford plane tickets, well, that’s her choice.
If there is any good to this, it’s that this may finally convince my mother of the futility of forking over cash to manipulative liars. I hope so.