Has your brother ever kicked your mom out of her own house? Because that’s what happened to me. I’m 42. I’m the oldest daughter. My brother is 23, and he has never been a good example of anything. Our entire lives, we’ve had to pull him out of mess after mess. Trouble in school, trouble in college (which he never even finished), and then it just kept going. Debt, fights, vandalism, you name it. On repeat. He stayed living with our mom and turned into a straight-up tyrant. Every time I visited, it was obvious: he was using her nonstop and living like a parasite, contributing nothing, acting like he owned the place. Our mom is already elderly, and for a long time, I’ve been thinking about getting her into an assisted living/nursing home, because I honestly can’t care for her anymore. I have four kids and a job. And my brother? He absolutely wouldn’t take care of her even if his life depended on it.
Then, recently, something weird happened. Both of them stopped answering calls. (We live in different cities — about 100 miles apart.) I panicked. Like, full-on panic. So I got in my car and drove straight to their house to see what was going on. But when I pulled up, I just… froze. It was 7 A.M., and the house looked like there had been a party going on for days. The door was busted in. The fence was damaged. Windows were broken. Bottles and trash were scattered all over the porch. I walked inside and saw my brother with a girl. “WHERE IS MOM?!” I yelled. He goes, all casual, “Umm… I forgot to tell you. I moved her into a trailer on the next street. She’s fine there.”
“WHAAAAT?!” I screamed, and I ran out of the house. I drove to find her. And in that moment, I knew: I was going to teach him a lesson once and for all. The kind of lesson that would make him regret ever being born into this family. So I called my friend. Military. A man who definitely knew how to make my brother regret what he’d done.
