It has been a absolutely horrible fucking day.
Between being woken up at 11 in the fucking morning to go save the day over at my mothers house-- because my brother decided to throw a fucking fit. Throwing furniture around, beating on my mother, making his car worse, smoking in the house (pot), shooting him self up in front of my mother-- yea. And I had to race over there to save the fucking day. Getting beaten up in the process. Being called a pathetic fucking loser--again. And being called a druggie.
Yea today was just peachy.
Luckily my brother is leaving-- atleast that is what was said earlier. Just before I left.. He's leaving-- bout fucking time.
<end of fucking bitch fest>
Lataz.
<EDITS>
I just talked to my mother. Apparently my brother isn't leaving, and wants to 'fix' things. How ever he doesn't see the problem at hand. He still has his fucking 'friends' over at the house. He still says that my mother and I are fucking crazy bitches. He still wants to continue his drug habits. And to make matters worse. He broke into my mothers safe and stole some pills and a couple of credit cards.
Apparently my brother has a pretty thick skull, and won't leave things alone and just leave. It would make life easier on most of us who in fact have to deal with him.
I talked to my councilor just a little while ago, and she wants me to file a report against him. For beating me up. I think I seriously mess my knee up when I was thrown against the fucking car. Not only that but I will have a fist sized bruise on both shoulders.
When will I learn? I really seriously need to. My brother has turned into my father. An abusive son of a bitch.
And if he doesn't leave. Well. I don't know what I do. But my mother needs to get out of that/those type of situations--and life style. Just like I did.
I've got to give this some thought though. Do I file a report against him? Or do I just stay the fuck away?
</EDITS>
Between being woken up at 11 in the fucking morning to go save the day over at my mothers house-- because my brother decided to throw a fucking fit. Throwing furniture around, beating on my mother, making his car worse, smoking in the house (pot), shooting him self up in front of my mother-- yea. And I had to race over there to save the fucking day. Getting beaten up in the process. Being called a pathetic fucking loser--again. And being called a druggie.
Yea today was just peachy.
Luckily my brother is leaving-- atleast that is what was said earlier. Just before I left.. He's leaving-- bout fucking time.
<end of fucking bitch fest>
Lataz.
<EDITS>
I just talked to my mother. Apparently my brother isn't leaving, and wants to 'fix' things. How ever he doesn't see the problem at hand. He still has his fucking 'friends' over at the house. He still says that my mother and I are fucking crazy bitches. He still wants to continue his drug habits. And to make matters worse. He broke into my mothers safe and stole some pills and a couple of credit cards.
Apparently my brother has a pretty thick skull, and won't leave things alone and just leave. It would make life easier on most of us who in fact have to deal with him.
I talked to my councilor just a little while ago, and she wants me to file a report against him. For beating me up. I think I seriously mess my knee up when I was thrown against the fucking car. Not only that but I will have a fist sized bruise on both shoulders.
When will I learn? I really seriously need to. My brother has turned into my father. An abusive son of a bitch.
And if he doesn't leave. Well. I don't know what I do. But my mother needs to get out of that/those type of situations--and life style. Just like I did.
I've got to give this some thought though. Do I file a report against him? Or do I just stay the fuck away?
</EDITS>
18 November 2007 @ 04:46 pm
This just in-- Break-ins, abuse, gran theft auto-- Oi-- more fun then I 'want' in this life...
<No spell check is being used.. beware of type-os>
OK so you know what happened, with this last week. It just gets 'better'...
My brother told my mother last night that he loved her, and he was leaving. Well that was a lie. He didn't even pack up anything to take with him and his loonies. He came stalking back, breaking into my mothers house. (Most the doors were covered with some sort of furniture) He kept calling the house at all fucking hours of the night. Finally he said that he was going to break in to the house. Well he did so-- and with that he set off the fucking alarm, scareing my mother and I. And then flead when the alarm started going off. Well the cops came by and 'investigated' the situation. They found no threat and told my mother to stop fileing false reports. They left and my mother and I attempted to go back to bed.
Well this morning rolls around, about 8ish. My brother wants to come by and 'talk'. When infact he wanted to get the remainder of his shit. He did so. My mother decided to go wait for him in the car--in the drivers seat--- bad bad thing to do with my brother apparently. My brother then tried to physically remove her from the car. Tring to pick her up, pushing on her,tring to strangle her ,pulling on her--shit like that. . When then he decided to turn the car on, and drive with him in the passenger seat and my mother in the drivers seat. This SO did not end well. They ended up plowing into a neighbors car. My brother threw the car into reverse after this happen. And succeeded in pushing her out.
One of the neighbors that was witnessing all of this called the cops. But by then my brother was already far gone.
My mother and I had to write statements, the CSI dude came by for pictures of my mothers bruises and the totalled car that was left behind.
This is where I come in. Though I witnessed most of this happening. I can NOT stop my brother. Well I called up Heather and Siobhan. Reinforcements. After the stupid cops leave. We decide to go get my mothers car. And We figured to go looking at my brothers work place (how he manages to keep this job I will never know)
Well we found the car-- he was still in the car as if waiting for the work day to start for him. Well things got bad, and we ended up calling the cops again. One I was threatened, Two I was almost run down, and three-- thats all the reasons that I can think of as of right now. Well we ended up getting the car back. And still I was being threatened. The cops show up after my mom and Siobhan get away with the car. And I have to be left to face the cops. Which ended up being fine after all. They asked me some questions, they asked philip some questions. Then they left because they thought that Philip was as of no threat to himself and others. Fat lot of good that did. Because he and his fucking loonies are a threat to us and the people around them. (at least I think he is such)
For now this is all I can say. But the car is hidden, we are changing the locks, and my brother has not been in contacted us in a couple of hours. This is all I know. But I am freaking scareed shitless people. I don't know what to do, and I only have my fists and cane for protection.
If you have any advice to give, please leave such. Or call me.
Just an update. Sorry. Bye
OK so you know what happened, with this last week. It just gets 'better'...
My brother told my mother last night that he loved her, and he was leaving. Well that was a lie. He didn't even pack up anything to take with him and his loonies. He came stalking back, breaking into my mothers house. (Most the doors were covered with some sort of furniture) He kept calling the house at all fucking hours of the night. Finally he said that he was going to break in to the house. Well he did so-- and with that he set off the fucking alarm, scareing my mother and I. And then flead when the alarm started going off. Well the cops came by and 'investigated' the situation. They found no threat and told my mother to stop fileing false reports. They left and my mother and I attempted to go back to bed.
Well this morning rolls around, about 8ish. My brother wants to come by and 'talk'. When infact he wanted to get the remainder of his shit. He did so. My mother decided to go wait for him in the car--in the drivers seat--- bad bad thing to do with my brother apparently. My brother then tried to physically remove her from the car. Tring to pick her up, pushing on her,tring to strangle her ,pulling on her--shit like that. . When then he decided to turn the car on, and drive with him in the passenger seat and my mother in the drivers seat. This SO did not end well. They ended up plowing into a neighbors car. My brother threw the car into reverse after this happen. And succeeded in pushing her out.
One of the neighbors that was witnessing all of this called the cops. But by then my brother was already far gone.
My mother and I had to write statements, the CSI dude came by for pictures of my mothers bruises and the totalled car that was left behind.
This is where I come in. Though I witnessed most of this happening. I can NOT stop my brother. Well I called up Heather and Siobhan. Reinforcements. After the stupid cops leave. We decide to go get my mothers car. And We figured to go looking at my brothers work place (how he manages to keep this job I will never know)
Well we found the car-- he was still in the car as if waiting for the work day to start for him. Well things got bad, and we ended up calling the cops again. One I was threatened, Two I was almost run down, and three-- thats all the reasons that I can think of as of right now. Well we ended up getting the car back. And still I was being threatened. The cops show up after my mom and Siobhan get away with the car. And I have to be left to face the cops. Which ended up being fine after all. They asked me some questions, they asked philip some questions. Then they left because they thought that Philip was as of no threat to himself and others. Fat lot of good that did. Because he and his fucking loonies are a threat to us and the people around them. (at least I think he is such)
For now this is all I can say. But the car is hidden, we are changing the locks, and my brother has not been in contacted us in a couple of hours. This is all I know. But I am freaking scareed shitless people. I don't know what to do, and I only have my fists and cane for protection.
If you have any advice to give, please leave such. Or call me.
Just an update. Sorry. Bye
21 November 2007 @ 11:01 am
Things are a little bit better.
Though yes I am still at my mothers house. My brother is still giving us a tad bit of hell. But we aren't so fucking jumpy. Which in my opinion is a good thing.
I really don't know what else to say. Black Friday I am going to be camping out for me getting a new lap top. YAY!
Other then that. I hope everyone has a fun filled Turkey Day!
Lataz.
I really don't know what else to say. Black Friday I am going to be camping out for me getting a new lap top. YAY!
Other then that. I hope everyone has a fun filled Turkey Day!
Lataz.
And that would be the just of it all. Again sorry it was so bloody long.
Lataz.
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