Back to my brother and this drama. He pawned the ring and then proceeded to take a bus to AC and gamble 4/5 of it away. And I'm supposed to be supportive of his situation. That was a slap in my face as far as I'm concerned. I spent a good amount of money trying to make sure he was good and he just blows what little money he had just gotten. So when I picked him up from the train station I gave that negro what for. I told him I felt like he didn't give a fuck about what was going on in his life and I barely wanted to let him stay with me. I was backing into my driveway and he got out of the car and walked away. I'm sorry that you can't handle how I feel about the situation but I'm tired of letting you fuck up and sitting idly by, being the good friend, the go-to friend. I need to be the real ass friend, that's my new role. So I let him walk, at 12:30 in the AM, in the cold. I called my mom and started crying out of frustration. She said let him walk, you're not his mom. After 11 years, I can't be responsible for him when shit isn't working out, it's not fair. ESPECIALLY if you're not going to try to make things right. Like I said to my mom (then immediately apologized) it's so FUCKED UP.
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This blog goes all the way back to 2005 and has postings from my old MySpace blog. It covers the majority of my 20s!
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