Okay so a bit of a background here. I was on tour with my s.o for 3.5 weeks. I had some issues getting into Canada and didn't want to test the waters again, so when his tour came to Florida where my father, brother and 2 sisters reside I oped to stay there and either work or figure something else out.
Fast forward to me getting to Florida. My bf of course has to depart from there and I stay behind. All is awesome, and I knew before hand my father wanted to take the two sisters to visit his mother. He's in dire need of a break away from the house (the heat is killing him) I knew he didn't trust the 19 year old brother there alone. it's a large home, the dude is 19 and since he can get into SOME of the gay bars he's constantly bringing older (I mean like to catch a predator older) around. Yes btw he's gay and out. My dad obviously doesn't want a bunch of people from bars none the less prancing around in his home going through his shit. So I say "Look, I'll remain here you guys go enjoy".
I swear to god. 20 minutes after they leave, my brother calls off of work the entire week. He then proceeds to buy Roxy's (I guess oxycodon or something..sorta) and an ounce of weed. I'm sober, didn't partake. Im keeping myself busy by cleaning the house around the maids..doing linens..and finding that where ever my brother is..a trail of trash is left behind him.
I'm furious by 24 hours in. The last straw with me doing trash detail was when he chugged to things of apple juice and saw the trash was literally within hands reach (he didn't even have to BEND his arm) and he chose to sit them back down on the counter. I felt like a fucking nag at this point, constantly asking him to PLEASE throw the shit away. Again I state "Please toss that in the trash" he looks at me and says "don't be a bitch".
Now, my brother again ..19. I'm 30. So needless to say with our age difference..the fact I live in Chicago and they live in Tampa means we've had very limited contact. I don't know him that well. Or how he behaves when parents aren't around. I was stunned. I guess I figured he'd treat me as an adult. WRONG.
That night, I'm painting and he stumbles in..smoking a cigarette (big no no in the house) and as I'm ushering him outside he begins to 'nod'. I grab his cigarette and put it out. He almost slaps me when he comes to. Then he proceeds to vomit while nodding off. had I NOT made him walk, he would not only have burned himself but probably chocked to death in his own puke.
that was day one people.
I tried to hang in there. I was staying in FL for the hopes I'd have a good 4th. Not that Im patriotic but my kids are at their dads, my bf is on tour..I'm alone every year. I wanted to have fun, see some fireworks with someone!
Day 2 he goes to a Scientology center in Clearwater, I have a migraine. Now that my lupus is seeming to flare a LOT, I get these migraines that imitrex isn't treating. I honest to god had projectile vomit. I'm blowing chunks and trying to get my intern to pay my cell phone bill as I don't have access to shit right now when I hear
The booming fucking voice of Tom Cruise! My brother is in there blasting some damn dianetics DVD they gave him with his course. Blasting it. totally fucking high and unaware. I get water and go the fuck off. Not only did I just throw up in a toilet that had stale piss and a USED rubber from the to catch a predator dude he had up in there (I flushed while I puked) but now I have to hear Tom Cruise and him screaming on his cell phone to some chick that defriended him on myspace.
Back to this guest bedroom I go. I'm so over it. the next day was the 4th. My brother didn't invite me out, instead he baked pot brownies, left the mess and me. I cried, booked a flight home and came home last night.
I didnt tell my dad why I left yet. And I don't know what to even say. I'm so heartbroken because ...I don't get why he isn't just nice! I mean why does he feel the need to call my step mom a whore, my 14 year old sister a cunt and my father a shit bag? He lives rent free, they bought him a new car..
It hurts my feelings because I thought I was going there to get closer to him. And I inturn feel disappointed..let down and like I met a demon. He acts so entitled so above helping anyone out.
I promised myself years ago, if a situation deemed unhealthy for me I'd bow out. which is what I did. And gracefully so. None the less, I feel I owe my dad some explanation. I feel like I did something wrong by leaving. I just know in my gut if I stayed around I'd continue to be sad, alone and not only that but if he had other people over doing drugs, buying drugs or drinking I could go to jail. It's not a risk I'm willing to take.
So what the hell do I say to my dad without being a snitch or making everyone hate me? I don't know what to fucking say. I tried calling my dads cell today and he didn't pick up, so automatically I think he already hates me.I know I'm assuming the worst.
HELP or something close to it.



I know I'm assuming the worst.
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) or could have gotten in serious trouble (it's true, if he had drugs and for some reason the cops showed up, you could be implicated. From what I've just read of your brother, it sounds like he'd have no problem telling the cops that all the drugs were yours.
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