My brother is a total prick and I can't stand him. When we were growing up I always looked out for him. We were close. After he graduated, got married and went in the Army he became a total prick.
After my great grandma , grandma and mom died I inherited my great grandma's china and china hutch. My dad put it in storage while I was in Canada. My brother called and asked me if he could use it. I said sure.
Now he is divorcing his latest wife and moved into an apartment. He came over today to get dad to help him move the truck load of stuff he had. So I asked where my china hutch was. He said what hutch. I said my china hutch. He said what's it matter.
This upset me I went to my bedroom and cried. I wish I was an only child. It reminded me that I have nothing. It doesn't help my depression. The thoughts of having nothing lead to whats the point in trying to why go on living.
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