Bah Humbug

I am going to be honest with everyone tonight and share my feelings about a subject I don't talk about very openly.

I hate my brother.

And I don't use the word "hate" lightly.


He has ripped off my parents, tortured my family, ruined countless holidays/birthdays/special events/and months of everyone's lives. He is mentally and verbally abusive, manipulative, and has no conscious or remorse for anything he does or pain he causes.
He has used his illness since he was a child as a way to get attention and control my mother.

When my uncle passed away he tormented her, controlled her, and kept her in a deep depression. All the while he stole thousands of dollars from my parents' bank account because she trusted him to handle the bills.
She trusted her own child to do what was right.

Instead he put my parents' in debt. Behind on all their bills and majorly overdrawn at the bank.
And when he was caught & confronted, no remorse.
Instead he got sick & went into the hospital. Like he always does when things get difficult or he gets caught in a sticky situation.

He doesn't care what he has done to our family. Not one bit.
My parents cannot afford to buy my sister a car or pay for tuition at the community college because of how deep in the hole he put them.
My parents cannot purchase things they normally purchase because they can no longer afford it.
My parents cannot take a small vacation because there's no way they can afford it.
My parents have had to pay more late fees, penalties, and NSF fees than they ever should have because of the mess he created.

And he does not care.
At all.

I hate him. I hate the pain he has put my family through. I hate how he continues to go on not caring what he did or attempting to pay my parents back. I hate the fact that my mother feels too guilty to throw him out because she knows he has no where to go & will only make himself sick. I hate the fact that he is the constant topic of conversation at their house because everyone is so angry & bitter over what he has done. I hate that we can't put him into a mental institution where he belongs because he is an "Adult" and a doctor must rule him irrational. I hate that my mother won't press charges against him for stealing when it is all in black and white & the bank offered their assistance.

I hate him.