My brother made my mom cry today. My mom NEVER cries. I won't post everything he said, just the parts that upset her the most.
She asked him to help her out because she broke her arm a few days ago. and out of nowhere, he pointed at me and called me the c-word (yes, the really bad one). I pointed at him and told him to NEVER call me that again. My mom told him not to, and he went on saying "you brought this on yourself mom, this is why no one helps you, mom." She cried because she said she is doing as much, if not more, than she usually does because she has to take a month off work (her arm is an unstable fracture). And she only needs help with things that absolutely needs two hands and she is sick of waiting for him to finish with video games before coming to help her with a small thing. My dad avoids helping too, I'm the only one who helps. Then she said "when I am better, you and your dad can live here. No one needs me."
Truthfully, I wanted to punch a hole into a wall and throw something at the jerk's head. But I didn't, I went into another room and cooled off, because I knew if I flew off the handle my mom would cry more.
She came downstairs later and said to me "I'm sorry for creating a dysfunctional family." I went upstairs to comfort her and tell her that she was a good mom, but she kept saying "no, I brought this on myself, it's my fault. All I wanted was to clear the backyard before the snows comes so the mice don't hide by the house." Then she sat alone in the dark and cried more for I don't know how long.
My heart is broken. My mom deserves SO much better than that. I am sick of my brother being an ungrateful jerk! My mom always takes his side and gives him everything and he treats her like a taxi service, nothing more. Apparently he apologized, but I don't care. I am so angry at him, and now that I'm alone, I'm crying for my mom.
Tomorrow I have to be at uni early, but I will be coming home as soon as I can to help her with the yardwork. I have a ton of deadlines that I'll probably miss, as tomorrow was meant to be the "get my butt in gear" day, but I don't care. Family comes first, and I won't have my mom feeling neglected, or hurting her arm further and needing surgery because she tries to do it alone.
If I were his father, his video games would be GONE the second it takes precedence over helping his injured mother. But they aren't going to punish him in any way, shape, or form. He got away with it and he will continue to. I hope reality gives this kid a hard beating.
