All you need is love

By pascolicious

Hope Song

Today was supposed to be a peaceful day off. I slept in 4 hours later than any other day, which was fabulous, but I woke up still sick, wheezing and coughing.

I was enjoying the silence, looking for animal hospitals and vets for Sally so she can get spayed this month, when I was interrupted by my incredibly rude brother.

He picked a stupid fight with my younger brother which then caused a physical fight where the older brother ends up hurt because he's pathetic. He comes upstairs and attacks younger brother with a screwdriver, hitting him in the back with it. When I break it up, I slap him and tell him to cut it out which turns into a yelling fest because he refuses to listen until my father steps in and shuts him up.

My brother is violent and ill-mannered. He picks stupid fights, he has a mouth worse than that of a trucker, and he blames everyone else for his own life problems. He has Tourette's (his tick is an eye twitch, not the swearing) and ADHD, along with being diagnosed as clinically depressed years ago. He has been in and out of the mental wing of the hospital and been to a number of different doctors who have put him on numerous medications. Once he reached 18, my parents were unable to tell him what to do in terms of taking his medication. About a year ago, he became extremely difficult, constantly avoiding taking his medication and it has continued until now.

He makes living here so much harder than it should be and if I could move out, I would. I worry for the safety of my family along with myself. Besides the money factor, that worry is the only other reason keeping me from moving out.

Somedays are harder than others


Typically, I don't like to write things like this but for some reason, I felt the need to write it today. The picture is my brother's rocking chair from when he was younger.

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