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flyboy_foxMy baby brother (well... he's 19) is coming up from London tomorrow to stay here for five days.
I've scarcely seen him at all in the past 7 months. We didn't get on in the past... I don't know anyone quite so different from me... we're polar opposites, to the point where we've physically come to blows. A large part of the reason my mom and I moved out west was because my brother and I had reached the point where we simply couldn't live together anymore. My brother wanted to get to know my dad anyway, because my mom and dad are separated and hate each other and my dad only lives in England half the year. My brother felt that without me and my mom around (since my mom and I dislike my dad a whole lot), he'd finally get to bond with him.
It didn't happen.
My dad turned out to be the useless pillock he's always been, and my brother learned the hard way that my mom wasn't unfair in her judgement of him. My brother has since dropped out of college, probably largely due to my dad's asshattery, and I have to say I do feel sorry for him. I could regale shocking tales about my dad and how his true colors have finally shown even to my brother (it borders on psychological abuse), buuut... I'll save that for another day.
Even though my mom has paid almost £10,000 upfront for the apartment my brother and dad are living in, so he could finish his A-levels, it looks like he might end up moving back in with us out here. I guess we'll just have to see how things go while he's here. Hopefully we can put aside our childish differences... no matter what's happened in the past, he's still my kid brother and I kinda feel like I should look out for him. Especially after how hurt and disillusioned he's been made by my dad.
As for my dad... he can go jump for all I care. He fucked up royally with this whole family (and his previous marriage). I have no sympathy... perhaps pity... pity for a pathetic stubborn old man who lacks the ability to empathise in any way and has never EVER been able to admit that he was wrong about anything. A man who sees success as only the number of rich and famous people he's rubbed noses with and the fact that he flies business class paid for him, and that he's been featured in Time magazine in a photo . A man who doesn't have a penny to his name, but calls his son 'working class trash' when that son won't lend him £50 from his part-time shop job. A man who completely ignores his son's cries of pain when that son impales his toe on a rusty nail, because he's too busy playing chess. A man who's lived off his (ex)wife for 30 years without paying a penny of child support, yet is trying to secure a legal right to half of his (ex)wife's assets, and to force her to have to leave him her house in her will should she die first (and he's 20 years older than her!). I pity him in the same way that I pity drunkards and druggies.
Did I say I wasn't gonna rant? Oh well.
I've scarcely seen him at all in the past 7 months. We didn't get on in the past... I don't know anyone quite so different from me... we're polar opposites, to the point where we've physically come to blows. A large part of the reason my mom and I moved out west was because my brother and I had reached the point where we simply couldn't live together anymore. My brother wanted to get to know my dad anyway, because my mom and dad are separated and hate each other and my dad only lives in England half the year. My brother felt that without me and my mom around (since my mom and I dislike my dad a whole lot), he'd finally get to bond with him.
It didn't happen.
My dad turned out to be the useless pillock he's always been, and my brother learned the hard way that my mom wasn't unfair in her judgement of him. My brother has since dropped out of college, probably largely due to my dad's asshattery, and I have to say I do feel sorry for him. I could regale shocking tales about my dad and how his true colors have finally shown even to my brother (it borders on psychological abuse), buuut... I'll save that for another day.
Even though my mom has paid almost £10,000 upfront for the apartment my brother and dad are living in, so he could finish his A-levels, it looks like he might end up moving back in with us out here. I guess we'll just have to see how things go while he's here. Hopefully we can put aside our childish differences... no matter what's happened in the past, he's still my kid brother and I kinda feel like I should look out for him. Especially after how hurt and disillusioned he's been made by my dad.
As for my dad... he can go jump for all I care. He fucked up royally with this whole family (and his previous marriage). I have no sympathy... perhaps pity... pity for a pathetic stubborn old man who lacks the ability to empathise in any way and has never EVER been able to admit that he was wrong about anything. A man who sees success as only the number of rich and famous people he's rubbed noses with and the fact that he flies business class paid for him, and that he's been featured in Time magazine in a photo . A man who doesn't have a penny to his name, but calls his son 'working class trash' when that son won't lend him £50 from his part-time shop job. A man who completely ignores his son's cries of pain when that son impales his toe on a rusty nail, because he's too busy playing chess. A man who's lived off his (ex)wife for 30 years without paying a penny of child support, yet is trying to secure a legal right to half of his (ex)wife's assets, and to force her to have to leave him her house in her will should she die first (and he's 20 years older than her!). I pity him in the same way that I pity drunkards and druggies.
Did I say I wasn't gonna rant? Oh well.
