My family, yeah, my family. The lowdown goes like this,
My one brother is cool, lives with his ex-girlfriend and her parents and takes care of himself. My other brother, Pat, is perpetually in trouble, and he lives with my mom in Wisconsin. My mother is a basket case, she goes from job to job and has trouble keeping friends, jobs and boyfriends because he has a crazy temper. She likes to complain all the time and she never thinks things through, her solution to any problem is to fly off the handle.
Last night my brother Pat called me at 10:30 yelling about how my mom's boyfriend was kicking them out of the house and calling the police on them. My brother and mom wanted me to drive to the Dells and pick them up, but I had my first day of work and knew I wouldn't make it back in time. They yelled and screamed about how I was abandoning them and all that stiff and then hung up on me. Of course it doesn't matter to them that it took me a year to find a job, or that I had to get up at 3 in the morning for work, they called me at least three more times and then started txting me at 1 in the morning to tell me that things had been smoothed over.
Of course no apology was ever offered by them, which is par for the course. My mother put me into bankruptcy and her and Pat have borrowed close to 5 thousand dollars from me over the past year, money that I'll never see again. I love my family, I really do, but I don't know how much more of this I can take.