This time he's gone TOO far!! ! (My malicious brother)

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Heya everybody...

It's been a while since I've posted any gripes, but this one really needs to be addressed...

2 nights ago, my youngest brother (the freeloading one) and I had a fight of the verbal warfare kind. Right off the bat I'll admit that the cause of the fight was my fault; he kept catching me grabbing my crotch in a reflexive manner, as my controlled response to dealing with 'bad' numbers coming up, so he ejected me from his room. And when he saw that I wasn't as upset as he was about the situation, he tried to make it so...by spouting out a sequence of bad numbers that he KNEW was upsetting to me! (2 of them having to do with my ass***e father, and the other a reminder that I'm always gonna be a fat f**ker for life) The only response I could fire off was "What wrong with you?!", because I didn't wanna swear in front of my mother.

Well, after stewing in my rage for a few hours, I'd calmed down some, and was willing to apologize for starting the fight in the morning...until I went to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

That...that bastard had been down earlier to microwave some chicken patties...and he INTENTIONALLY stopped the timer at a 'bad time', and left it there without clearing it!! Particularly, the 'fat f**ker' reminder number! That was purely to SPITE ME!! !

He had his chance for redemption, but he blew it! Therefore, I'm going to instate three new rules:

1.) I'm not gonna keep him company for at LEAST a month, 2.) if he wants something out of his room if he's downstairs, he can get it himself!; and 3.) He's not getting ANY MORE soda cans off of me, not even if he offers to pay me for some. (he's a BIIIG soda junkie)

I'm NOT gonna be bullied by him ANYMORE!! That's the straw that broke the dromedary's back!

Usagi1992

I knw who this thread was going to be by before I clicked on it.


How old is your brother anyway? He sounds like a teenager or something instead of an adult.

I'm sorry you have to live with this. When I was a kid, I also had a difficult brother. We had a little record player, and he broke it. He would have rage attacks and throw stones at our dog. He hit my hand with a stick and left a blood blister. Of course, I could be mean to him too.

You're right to avoid him for a while.

Set clear limits for your brother.

Heh, I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. Do the people on WP *really* have my number that well?




My brother is 26 years old, believe it or not, and his mental condition is WORSE then mine. He's got ADHD, Schizo-Affective, *AND* Bipolar...a triple threat of trouble! He can go from perfectly cheerful to saying "what's the point (to life)?" like 17 frickin' times a day. Okay, make it four things wrong with him...the 4th being Manic-Depressive. But I suppose it's not entirely his fault...he has to take like 7 to 8 pills a day, just to keep himself in normal parameter behavior.

You need mental help.

I could theoretically govern your life with numbers.

6.

I also have problems with my brother. Except hes younger and NT. (He's thinks hes so much better than I am because he plays sports and grabs balls {lolz} a real jock >.<, though i can kick his butt all over the place cuz im like 60 pounds and a foot taller than him, where as he is all skin and bone). How old r u? U could just move away if old enough. (im 16 and i move out to college this summer Xp cant wait to be away from my family). Does ur dad have mental problems? I know mine does he also is an aspie and it ticks me off that he is cuz he should understand my pains but he doesnt rly care. I guess I could be the same to him tho : S

Definitely not an NT since it impairs his functioning.

Six? Do me a lemon! That's a poor I.Q. for a glass of water!

Back, and I don't think my brother is the negotiating type. Earlier tonight, when he was sopposedly in a better mood, he wanted me to come back into his room to read a transcript for him; so I agreed to, asking him if, when i was done, I could talk about some of these new rules I established. To which he responded 'Oh, well, never mind. Forget I asked'...as though sensing I was gonna do something messed up as some retribution for my behaviours the other night. He just doesn't like me being 'different' at all...

Earlier, he was so paranoid about me wanting to trespass in his room, for fear I might sabotage something of his. Well, he's perfectly right, but what I do is my little secret. But don't feel sorry for him, folks...he brought this on himself for maliciously spouting those numbers at me. He should've remembered what Confucius said: "What you don't want done to yourself, don't do to others."

Thoughts are welcome as always.

P.S. - it's really too bad you can't delete your own posts here, as the post number contains a bad sequence! Maybe a mod could delete it for me, but I doubt it...ah, never mind. I'm dwelling on this way too much

I'm nuts...that's all there is too it, I'm f**kin' nuts...posting yet another thing in immediate response, because I was getting literally SICK to my stomach, knowing that the post number had something bad in it...

F*** Y** COLONEL SANDERS!! MAY YOU BURN IN HELL!!

(please don't ask me to explain)

i am INCREDIBLY intrigued as to what the "fat f***er" number is, i did maths at school but never heard about it XD

*blinks* Wow, I'm still a member here? Anyways, I'm sorry for last night's bout of weirdness. I've calmed down some, and I'd like to say that I usually don't swear this much, really. It's just, those situations really, really make me feel uneasy.

And to Xanderbeanz, I guess I can tell you what that number is that makes me uneasy, as long as you promise, and everybody here, promises not to wield it against me as a weapon...

It's, and I'll write it in word format, not numerals...five-one-zero, which with a certain inversion of time, is also four-four-zero. The reason why it causes me tremendous discomfort is because, that was the calendar date in my history...that I failed at Weight Watchers *miserably*!

I promised myself that I'd reach 21 pounds lost in 16 meetings...but on the 16th meeting, I'd actually GAINED a wee bit, and I was boiling mad, because I went from only .6 pounds to go, to 2.8 pounds to go! I mean, I was LIVID! So some f**king Colonel Sanders look-alike tried to console me (that explains that previous outburst)...I did actually reach my goal weight the following week by losing 5.2 pounds, which would've made anyone else happy...but not me.

I lost it in 17 weeks...but it WASN'T IN 16!! I FAILED MISERABLY! Well, at least in my own eyes.

So now do you understand what that number does to me? It reminds me that I'll always be a fat f**k loser for the rest of my life.

So, what do you all think of me now?

Usagi1992

have u tried going on a hiking trip? i went from 190 pounds to 150

Well, I do take 20 minute walks in my neighborhood whenever I can...every little bit helps.

Back on topic with the brother situation, I think the worst possible scenario is occurring...I think I my anger toward him is starting to fade....

This Saturday went really well...my brother is feeling much more optimistic then usual, and so far, he still hasn't asked me for company. He's keeping to himself well, with his WoW and Final Fantasy XII. He has occasionally asked me questions about things pertaining to both, but I answered them and kept the mood happy.

Geez, if this keeps up, I fear my resolve to not keep him company until late April might be compromised. But what do you expect? I'm a pathetically weak-willed individual whose emotions and behaviours can be read a mile away. I can't keep running away from my brother, but I want to stick by my beliefs too.

Sometimes, I wish I could've been born without empathy...to just not care about people's problems or their feelings. I'd have so much less stress.