I have been so stressed out here lately. All because of my brother and his bitch of a girlfriend. Now, I don't ever go around calling women bitches, but she is in fact a total bitch. She has absolutely 0 respect for anyone. Actually, she has less than that. She somehow has less than 0 respect for other people. She loves the sound of her own voice and 80% of what comes out is total bullshit. She's a thief. She thinks she's better than everyone else because her family has money. She constantly orders shit online, but yet can't have all of their share of rent. Her and her ex a shitty parents but both think they are the greatest. If you're so great a parent, then why don't you ever want to spend time with your 4 year old son? That being said, she took my brother to work a few weeks ago. I come home, and her son is there.... BY HIMSELF! Like, Wtf?! She has no idea how to close a door quietly while people are sleeping. She's been talked to about it before by my brother and I have said something a time or 2. I said this morning, "That's not how you close doors when people are trying to fucking sleep." Her response was, "Oohhh, I'm sorry, I'll try to work on that." Yeah okay. If you were gonna work on, you'd have done so by now. I'm giving her 1 more chance, and if she wakes me up again, I'm telling her that the next time you wake me up, your door is coming off. Idk man, I don't see how my mom hasn't kicked them out yet. Any time I try to say something, I'm somehow wrong for doing so. Last year, my mom was in the hospital for a few days. The day, the very day she gets out and comes home, my brother and his gf go pick up her kid, bring him to the house, and then leave. I said something to them and threw a fucking fit when they got back and started yelling and screaming about how he was the man of the house, not me, blah blah blah. If he was the man of the house, he would actually help out and actually do something instead of being a dick and dumping her kid on my mom the day she gets back from the hospital. Then later last year, my mom had talked to me about driving my brothers car out to work to get his windshield replaced. My mom asked me, not my brother, my mom. I didn't drive his car in the next day and my dad thought I was wrong for doing so. I'm, sorry, but if he's being a little bitch and can't ask me something himself, I'm not doing it. There was no reason for me to drive out anyway. He had to drive out to this part of town anyway to drop his gf off at work, so why couldn't he just take his car in? So how am I in the wrong if he was already out this way anyway? Also, his car might not be all fucked up if they weren't driving around drunk and high as fuck all the time. He wrecked 2 of my dad's backup work vehicles because he "lost control" of the vehicle. Idk man, I'm just tired of all their bullshit and all of their excuses. How do you all deal with stress? I could really use some tips right about now. And to anyone who actually read all of this, thank you for listening. I know I was kinda all over the place.
