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I probably came dangerously close to this life. Was born south side of Chicago and my father was a tremendous drunk. The hard life he lived was already catching up to him before I was born and before I was 3 months old, he had passed from cirrhosis. By the time I was 2, my mom and her mother had relocated us to the suburbs.
I remember you posting about him even before Riley, but that's just unimaginable - #### that guy.
You'd think right?
Not too far off! Just imagine a little more weeble wobble shaped, worse combover (this was when he was probably 35) and a ton less wit. Like a more drunken can-EH-dian version of Larry David with no discernible skills or talents.
Best decision I ever made was to stop talking to my dad 3.5 years ago (with a brief resolution when Riley was sick). Removed so much stress from my life.
Then again, I agree with this only because my parents are not god awful pathetic excuses for human beings. Like my wife's father, for example. It's shockingly easy at that point (and better, to be honest)
Not the best but that is my fault. He is a good person and probably wants more of a relationship.
He's the only extended family member I've ever gotten into a verbal argument with. It was over a card game. He at least has a good heart but has some insane beliefs and is insanely stubborn and can't handle being wrong about anything. We get along fine, but I can't handle him for more than a couple of hours.
Yep my Dad was the same way. Vile to his own family but everyone's favorite co-worker. Beloved. Boggled my mind.
this is fluff compared to what most of you have gone through or are going through. but people talk about their relationships, good or bad, and it's almost like I never even had a brother.
I think my mom grew up in a home that had sexual abuse in it. I don't know. There was some words spoken while we were on the death watch. I tend to think some of her brothers abused their younger siblings. There were 10 of them. I wasn't abused, nor do I think any of my brothers were. I know one uncle creeped me the #### out as a kid. Another was quite phyiscally abusive (he'd beat us with belts when he babysat us). Lot's of weirdness with that family. The siblings (7 remain) don't speak with one another much. Sounds like it was quite a horrible life my mom led. Right up until she met my dad. Had us two brothers and ####ed around on him with my younger brother's dad. Who beat the #### out of her while we were all home. Then she divorced him and got engaged to another guy. Alas he was already married and mom was the side piece. So she eventually settled on a very good man who is a very docile drunk. But he wasn't abusive. He was just a drunk. I couldn't have passed high school algebra without him.
Sucks to hear that, man. My brother is 8 years younger than me, so I understand the age gap. Mine is fluff too, but since we're sharing...my parents are/were amazing... caring, supportive, patient, giving... really amazing people and amazing relationship.
my older brother is a decent enough guy- probably fits all of the above adjectives. but he's always been essentially... absent from my life. almost 6 years older, so it wasn't like we were ever going to play much together. and he was never malicious or mean- just absent.
one thing though- he was/is the guy would preface almost every response with "well, actually..."- which I realized, or at least understood, to mean "whatever you just told me is wrong, here's what's right". definitely a know-it all... and again, even though I eventually took it badly, I know he had/has no ill-will behind it. but definitely put in me at a young age to constantly question myself- and not in a useful, proactive way. both his kids have grown up saying that phrase... and even though they're good kids, I want to punch them both in the nose when they say it. I'm pretty sure I can count on both hands the amount of times he's called me- none of them without my having called first. absent.
). When I told her we felt taken advantage of, she told me straight faced that the only person she feels like she can count on is her best friend. That cut pretty deep given all we've done for her and her kid over the past 7 years.
