I wish I could go find my brother and beat the shyt out of him. This nikka entire life is self inflicted failure after failure.
Growing up we weren't rich, but we had enough money NOT to have to sell drugs, rob, steal, etc. Yet before he made it to 20 this nikka was in jail for drugs and a pistol. Over the next 5 years he was in and out jail, and it all culminated to a highspeed police chase through city streets, ending with rolling an f150 5 times and knocking out the power for two blocks worth of people. And almost killing himself and a pregnant passenger.
He got out of jail for the last time at about 30. He already had 10 year old son, and a 5 year old daughter that my parents had been supporting including their worthless mothers. In the 6 years since he's been out he's had two more b*stard kids for my parents to take care of while he runs around to pursue his "rap" career. He's been nothing but a headache for my mom, she's a good person and just wants to help, but chasing this dude around trying to help him is tearing her down, and fukking up her relationship with my dad. They keep fighting cause my dad wants nothing to do with my brother,but my mom keeps helping him.
So finally to the reason I'm actually writing this. My parents have been paying his rent and car notes since he's been out. They have also purchased three different cars for him. The first ones engine blew. The second one he purposely totaled in order to get an insurance claim that from my moms policy. He was supposed to use the money to get another car, but instead he bought a pound of kush, and thought he would sell it to get a better car. He ended up smoking most of it and getting arrested with what was left. This was about a year and a half ago, fast forward to 3 months ago, my parents buy him another car, a nice 02 Caddy. This morning my mom calls me hysterically, cause he got drunk and totaled the car, he sent her a picture of it and said he wanted to kill himself, so my moms running around the city looking for him, and her and my dad got into it cause he told her "I told you so".
So now I'm sitting at work mad as fukk, I wanna go find this dude and help him kill himself. It's hard for me cause I don't wanna hurt my mom by throwing him in the bushes, but he deserves it. She calls and begs me to spend time with him and help him, but honestly I want nothing to do with him.
How do I support my mom if she won't stop helping this dude?
Typing this just made me think about his kids. His daughter is 7 and cant count to ten or recognize different colors. My 3 year old son can already do that. I've been trying to help her but, I can't cut him off without throwing his kids in the bushes.
living with my grandma, hooked on meds, doesn't pay rent, has 2 babies he don't take care of that I have to pick up for him, spends all his money on his car
