If you have read my blog in the past, you would know my background. I come from a dysfunctional and abusive family. Rampant verbal, physical, and emotional abuse.
After the blow up earlier this year, I decided to cut back on some of the communication with my family. Things had kind of stabilized since then-my parents had been behaving themselves and were kind of on the page on how to deal with my fucked up brother. That all, however, has changed in the past week...
It all started really a few weeks ago. My father had to call the police on my brother because he threatened to hurt my father and myself. The police showed up at my parents' home and told him to call again if my brother showed back up. Less than a week later, however, shithead was give a key to the house again and all was well.
At least it was concerning my parents. At that point I vowed not to even go over there. It, however, got worse. Shithead began drinking and driving. So drunk in fact that my youngest brother (home from New York) had to call for a ride because of my brother's level of intoxication.
This was on July 4th. On July 5th shithead was once again driving drunk. He ended up wrecking his car, getting sent to the hospital, and then promptly arrested for DUI and reckless driving. He was then at jail. It was kind of a process of elimination-we called around till we found out where he was. By the grace of GOD no one else was injured.
Well my parents, supposedly, were going to leave him there. I guess that didn't happen because within a day he was back at their house. From there it got worse. I find out from my mother that she has him there because "if he's just here for a few days, he'll get sober" along with "He has a problem with alcohol." No fucking shit, he has a problem with ANY KIND OF DRUG. WOW.
After that I just stopped talking to my parents. I mean I can't stand the enabling behavior, but when it becomes a public safety issue then it's totally intolerable.
It gets better though-a day later my father allows my brother to begin driving HIS CAR, that's on HIS insurance, and titled in HIS name. That's real smart...considering you know his history, if he drives drunk and hits someone, then your ass is a)criminally liable and b)be prepared to get your ass sued off because insurance isn't going to cover it.
And my brother, who by the way is an Ivy League graduate, starts hanging around him again. I guess intelligence doesn't equal common sense.
I at this point decided that I needed to cut all ties. Their behavior is not only moronic, its criminally and morally wrong.
So after finally breaking free, I get a phone call from my father this morning. I guess he didn't like being rejected because I was called a "pig" and told that he "prayed I didn't have children" because "they would want for everything." Yeah, if I was like you, I sure as fuck wouldn't have kids. Good thing is I'm not. I hung up and blocked the number.
So that's it. I'm the eternal optimist-if one day they change, somewhere out there, maybe we can meet again. I'm also a realist-I know that that hell will more than likely freeze over before that happens.
Either way I'm free now. I wonder what life has for me now :)