Ok, here’s another thing I would love to vent and get off my chest (since I can only take it so far with my brother):
His mother (Who is not my mother, mercifully)
God, where do I begin?
She is a witch and everything that rhymes with that.
But he is devoted to her. Why?
The day he officially came out he was about 15-ish (I say “officially” because me, my dad and everyone but the mailman already knew). I was not at home anymore. But he later told me how she blew her top and screamed and ranted about how she wasn’t going to have a “fag” in her house.
Somehow it all blew over (??) and now she’s the most loving, adoring mother. I DON’T BUY IT. Her sudden “change of heart” seemed to coincide conveniently with his employment and his inheritance from his grandmother when she passed. Yes, he been sending her money since forever. Even got a second job to “help” this disgusting wench. Then gave her his car (she “really needed it” —- yes, being UNEMPLOYED and feeding your 350 pound face requires a car, folks)
But she has always been this way: conniving and wicked and nasty. ALWAYS. She said some things a while back (before I left for college) about a friend who was like a cousin to me and had died in an accidental shooting. Something about how it was essentially his fault and he was too dumb to live. I haven’t spoken to her since.
Anyway... I’m rambling.
I wish I could somehow extricate him from her Sevngalian clutches.