This has been going on long enough, from now on I must vent this stuff out of my system. Been living with it for years now, at least nine years of hell and ridiculous stupidity.
Of course Cory Chalmers says I should understand and be patient, but it’s hard to be patient when it’s been going on so long. Not only is my brother a hoarder, he is a practicing drunk. Of course now he can’t drink (which is a good thing) because he has to be in the mission by 8 p.m. in order to keep himself out of the cold.
Yes, he could come here but what good would that do? More trouble for me and still just as stupid as always. I am beside myself with rage, and worry, now which comes first I don’t know. Every conversation is a tug-of-war with him trying to extract money out of me, and me trying to keep it because we need it. We’re not getting any younger.
That’s all for now, I thought “Occupation: Drunk” was kind of cute, but it’s not cute when you have to live with it or live with a stubborn beast who will not change and does not care how he hurts his family members.
Goodnight.
