garby
Regular Blackout Drunk
- Apr 6, 2019
- 7
Any relation to the title?
I turn 24 in 8 days, yet I can't forget how different mine and my younger brothers childhood was.
My parents sit outside, making jokes about how my younger brother is successful and how I'm a failure, how I'm the world's largest piece of shit. They're not aware that I hear everything.
To sum it up simply: I would be out at 9pm, my mum would call me, she'd scream and cry into the phone about how I'm am ungrateful piece of shit, my dad would start yelling about how I'm ruining everyone's night, I'd try to make sense of it all, but it meant nothing to them. I'd try tell them that 12 year olds are our past 9pm, how I deserve to have freedom. I'd complain about how much money they would take from me. I'd complain about how little freedom I had.
My two year younger brother turned 18, he was out at clubs until 5am, my parents paid for his education, they did everything in their power to support him, no matter what he needed to wanted.
I could honestly write a book about the unfairness between me and my younger brother: everything from cleaning the house top to bottom because his girlfriend was coming over to having my ass torn apart because I was out past 10pm when I was 17-18 and working 40 hours a week. Everything from me having absolutely no support to my parents paying for my brother's tuition and wondering why I'm a failure. Everything leading back to when I was as young as 11 years old and having my parents ask their friend to pick my brother up from school, but I'd arrive home an hour later because I was told I could walk.
I went to work one Saturday, went out with friends, then came home at 8:30am Sunday morning. I came home to literally the only time I had seen my dad cry. Why was he crying? Because I came home 10 minutes after they had the family dog out down.
Who here has never had a family?
I turn 24 in 8 days, yet I can't forget how different mine and my younger brothers childhood was.
My parents sit outside, making jokes about how my younger brother is successful and how I'm a failure, how I'm the world's largest piece of shit. They're not aware that I hear everything.
To sum it up simply: I would be out at 9pm, my mum would call me, she'd scream and cry into the phone about how I'm am ungrateful piece of shit, my dad would start yelling about how I'm ruining everyone's night, I'd try to make sense of it all, but it meant nothing to them. I'd try tell them that 12 year olds are our past 9pm, how I deserve to have freedom. I'd complain about how much money they would take from me. I'd complain about how little freedom I had.
My two year younger brother turned 18, he was out at clubs until 5am, my parents paid for his education, they did everything in their power to support him, no matter what he needed to wanted.
I could honestly write a book about the unfairness between me and my younger brother: everything from cleaning the house top to bottom because his girlfriend was coming over to having my ass torn apart because I was out past 10pm when I was 17-18 and working 40 hours a week. Everything from me having absolutely no support to my parents paying for my brother's tuition and wondering why I'm a failure. Everything leading back to when I was as young as 11 years old and having my parents ask their friend to pick my brother up from school, but I'd arrive home an hour later because I was told I could walk.
I went to work one Saturday, went out with friends, then came home at 8:30am Sunday morning. I came home to literally the only time I had seen my dad cry. Why was he crying? Because I came home 10 minutes after they had the family dog out down.
Who here has never had a family?