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impyWe established that I was sick last week, ja? Well, for the last... few months or so, maybe more, one of the tires on the car has been slowly losing air. To the point that my brother has promised to do something about it for months now. It's gotten progressively worse, as these things do, and earlier this week Mums called and the three of us discussed what could be done. MULTIPLE TIMES he said that this Friday (so, today) he'd take it and run it to Gerald's to see if they could plug it and if not, he was going to get... something (I dunno what) as a temp fix til we could afford to get new tires. MULTIPLE TIMES. Over the course of two or three conversations, okay? So when Mums called him this morning, imagine my surprise when he's a dramatic bitch over the fact that she didn't take it to Gerald's already (something he suggested as a possibility but also said if it didn't happen, that was FINE) and makes Mums and yours truly feel like shit because he has to work and he can't just go off and do shit because he lives alone now.
Dude, you live alone because you got into a physical fight with your roommate and then continued to think he'd live with you and pay you rent and not skip out on you. Seriously, anyone with a working braincell would've figured out that once you two sent each other to the hospital, the roommate gig was over. It's no one's fault but yours that you were foolish enough to not see him skipping out on the rent. Also also, no one told you to pick one of the most expensive places to rent. (sidenote: when I caught covid, it was right after he asked for help looking for a place to live. I looked at all sorts of places and sent him the best affordable options, and then I got sick as fuck. When I recovered, I found out that he didn't need my help, he'd already found a place, and then when I found out what it was and looked it up, I realized he'd bitten off way more than he'd be able to chew, financially. And given how often he's hit everyone else up for rent money since then, I was right.)
Also also also, he doesn't live alone in anything but a technicality unless he and the gf broke up again. But whatever, because none of this should matter since he's the one who chose FRIDAY as the day HE was going to do all the shit.
The. Fuck!
He tried to play the, "I tried calling but no one answered" card but I was awake until after noon yesterday and he didn't call before then, and had he called or sent me a text, I would've gotten back to him. For what it's worth, apparently he did call yesterday afternoon, but I would think he'd remember that he was essentially calling at the point of the day when no one here is awake?
Anyway. He's a dick and every time I think he's mostly outgrown it, I realized that no, he just saves it for concentrated fuckery that makes me want to fucking throttle him.
Dude, you live alone because you got into a physical fight with your roommate and then continued to think he'd live with you and pay you rent and not skip out on you. Seriously, anyone with a working braincell would've figured out that once you two sent each other to the hospital, the roommate gig was over. It's no one's fault but yours that you were foolish enough to not see him skipping out on the rent. Also also, no one told you to pick one of the most expensive places to rent. (sidenote: when I caught covid, it was right after he asked for help looking for a place to live. I looked at all sorts of places and sent him the best affordable options, and then I got sick as fuck. When I recovered, I found out that he didn't need my help, he'd already found a place, and then when I found out what it was and looked it up, I realized he'd bitten off way more than he'd be able to chew, financially. And given how often he's hit everyone else up for rent money since then, I was right.)
Also also also, he doesn't live alone in anything but a technicality unless he and the gf broke up again. But whatever, because none of this should matter since he's the one who chose FRIDAY as the day HE was going to do all the shit.
The. Fuck!
He tried to play the, "I tried calling but no one answered" card but I was awake until after noon yesterday and he didn't call before then, and had he called or sent me a text, I would've gotten back to him. For what it's worth, apparently he did call yesterday afternoon, but I would think he'd remember that he was essentially calling at the point of the day when no one here is awake?
Anyway. He's a dick and every time I think he's mostly outgrown it, I realized that no, he just saves it for concentrated fuckery that makes me want to fucking throttle him.
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Date: 2025-10-25 06:06 pm (UTC)He's a grown-ass adult (with an almost-adult child!) so he has no excuses for being irresponsible about his living situation. Sounds like the ex-roommate had the braincells in that situation, even if it came to blows before he dipped.
I'm sorry your brother is an asshole. Mine is, too, but at least he doesn't blow off my mother when she needs help.
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Date: 2025-10-26 04:32 am (UTC)Alas, I don't think roommate had braincells either since at some point my brother had to ask me in a roundabout way what meth smelled like. (Something I learned after someone came into work in a furry costume that smelled like meth and someone else ID'd the smell for me.)
Boo for asshole brothers. Booooooooooooo.