Nothing more frustrating than...

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RandyS wrote:

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I can relate. My brother was a master at this. He kept my mom (who was already high strung) in a constant state of pain and misery.

And the way he treated me......ugh. If I didn't pay his debts (often when I couldn't afford to, and he would NEVER pay me back, despite repeated promises to), buy his beer, and let him drive my specially outfitted pickup (I used hand controls due to having cerebral palsy) despite the fact that both his car AND license was confiscated by the cops due to several DUIs and other fender benders, he would bitch and moan to my mom until she in turn would badger me into helping him.

Or rather enabling him.

And if all that wasn't enough, if any of us, or his friends would ask him for help, he'd collapse in a "baby huey" fit that was sight unto itself.

auntiehill wrote:

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My sister is 46 years old, has a teenage son, and my parents are still supporting her. They're paying her mortgage. She was a drug addict and alcoholic for about 25 years, has only been clean for about 7 or 8 (as far as I know) and is a master manipulator. She's an impulsive, hysterical bully. She often gets her way just by running over everything, and everyone, in her path.

She has a sense of entitlement that is absolutely breathtaking. She always has a new car, designer everything, she buys her son iPads, laptops, cell phones, and then, for some reason beyond her grasp, has no money to pay her bills. So my parents do it---even though they are in their 80s and my dad is suffering from advanced heart disease, cancer and Alzheimers.

And what does loser-sister do for a living? She's a loan officer at a bank. (insert obvious joke of your choice here)

If it weren't for my nephew, I would never EVER speak to her again. The OP can at least say that he still loves his brother. I can't honestly say that about my sister. I really can't.

Sounds very much like my sister.

An alcoholic with raging entitlement issues. Nearly drove my parents into the poor house all while drunkenly abusing us all with her lovely phone calls.

But then...

She became very sick in 2008. She had finally done it: Cirrhosis of the liver at 37. She continued drinking of course, but did mellow out with me. She called me to say that she didn't want any bad blood between us.

She had burned so many bridges and aliented so many people, I was all she had left. Once they put her in hospice, I went down to be with her. I spent the last two days of her life with her, and watched her take her last breath. I paid for her creamation. Our own father wasn't even there.

It was such a waste, and such a relief that she was finally free of this world which she clearly did not appreciate. It was also so terribly sad how she suffered, and how young she was. She was my only sibling.

I guess the moral of the story is: never say never. In those last moments, I didn't care about any of the BS. It's not like I forgot or decided it was okay to treat us like that. It was that in those final moments she was so vulnerable. She was my baby sister. It just didn't matter any more. There was no reason to hold on to old hurts and resentments.

So there's your warning, from the Ghost of Christmas Future, for whatever it's worth....

[Miss Chicken]

I wish my sisters would stop phoning me about my mother's house.

My mother left the house to all four of her children with the provision that my brother should be allowed to live in it as long as he wants. He has to pay the rates, the insurance, and all the other bills associated with the house. If he decides to stop using the house as his primary residence than the house call be sold and the proceeds devided equally.

My sisters keep phoning me complaining about the house - he hasn't been maintaining the garden and, according to them, inside the house is a mess.

I told them I couldn't care less - I wished my mother had left him the house outright. He is an alcoholic who can't cope with life at all, so it was a foregone conclusion that he wouldn't be able to manage the house to my sisters' standard.

My sisters have been in contact with the Trustees complaining and the Trustees more or less told them that he can keep the
house and garden as messy as he like, so long as he does essential maintainence and pays the bills. My sisters want the house to be inspected every 3 months, the trustees say this is unreasonable and have limit it to a yearly inspection. So one sister phoned me up about that. It seems that the Trustees told them to lay off my brother as it is adding to his stress.

My sisters think I am siding with my brother but I am not. i couldn't care less about him or the house. I thought that with
my mother's death I would be able at last to stay out of family squabbles but my sisters keep trying to drag me into it. They never phoned me this often when my Mum was alive.

Both of my sisters are better off than me financially and we all got $70,000 from Mum's will.

[thestrangequark]

I am very stoned on sleeping pills right now, but want to=========remember t opost in this thread tomorrrow . Also, when you take ambien ad post the screen looks textured, like the construction paper kids make crafts out of in primary school. And also three dee and movey which makes it vry difficult to type. But i fiugre the best way to reemmber tomorro wthat I wanted to post in this thrdead is to post in it now. so I can say with eloquence what it majes me want to express. when i am less under thr influence@!

[iguana_tonante]

I don't know what I just read, but I liked it.

[thestrangequark]

Ah yes. I wanted to say something in this thread...Lord, I really need to have my roommate hide my laptop from me after I've taken Ambien. The shit sees me posting ridiculous semi-conscious blurbs and shopping in my sleep!

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thestrangequark wrote:

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I am very stoned on sleeping pills right now, but want to=========remember t opost in this thread tomorrrow . Also, when you take ambien ad post the screen looks textured, like the construction paper kids make crafts out of in primary school. And also three dee and movey which makes it vry difficult to type. But i fiugre the best way to reemmber tomorro wthat I wanted to post in this thrdead is to post in it now. so I can say with eloquence what it majes me want to express. when i am less under thr influence@!

Your signature made a whole lot of sense under that post of yours. You invited people to "View my art" right after they read this masterpiece of abstract art.

[Pingfah]

There's nothing more frustrating than people who use ambiguous thread titles to disguise the fact they are posting something totally uninteresting.

[Data Holmes]

Pingfah wrote:

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There's nothing more frustrating than people who use ambiguous thread titles to disguise the fact they are posting something totally uninteresting.

Really?

[Pingfah]

No, not really. There are a number of things that are more frustrating.

[Data Holmes]

Pingfah wrote:

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No, not really. There are a number of things that are more frustrating.

Indeed.

[T'Preea]

^^I've seen what you mean by that. One of the HP forums I'm in has a member that does the very same thing. Drives everyone bonkers.

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To me, nothing is more frustrating than when people I'm talking to take one small thing I've said; latch onto it, and make a huge deal out of it. My mum did that this morning and it made me crazy. I got over it quickly, though; but she held onto the conversation and got all mopey thinking I was upset at her. *bollocks!*

[trekkiedane]

^ *Making a huge deal out of you frequenting forums dedicated to one brand of brown sauce*

[Blip]

Well at least it's not the other brown sauce. *snicker*

[T'Preea]

^Gross!

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I find it irritating when I'm trying to watch something and my flatmate is on the phone talking loudly enough to raise the dead in another country. As well as how she can never say someone's name. She always refers to them by title, such as "your husband", "your mom"; "your wife." Half the time I want to smack her. Then, she uses metal to mix things in my Teflon pots. I have the patience of a Saint, but when it wears thin; you'd better watch out. *lol*

[propita]

I’m tired of my family, too.

My sister’s boys were approaching physical violence levels. I used to be somewhat close to the older boy. He had never gotten on well with his father. My sister and her husband are the type who won’t speak for days when they’re angry, but WILL scream. My Mom guilted me into letting him come live with us at the end of 2010. He’d go to city college here, prepping for transfer to the local university. He said he wanted to start fresh.

He comes, and says he doesn’t want to go to the local university, but one across the country. Okay, that’s his business. Naturally, there are some difficulties, trying to incorporate someone into a household. He, being 20 at the time, was not much into trying to ease this. Suggesting he get a part-time job so he’d have some money resulted in calls from my sister and mom--that he was supposed to be in school and didn’t need to work--and $100/month from my mom to him.

Things go relatively well for awhile, then tempers flare. Hubby and I tell him that if he really wants to make it as a music major, doing something musical would probably be a good idea. He actually is very talented as a composer--had he decided on this major in high school, he likely would’ve gotten scholarships. Instead, he prefers to literally lie on his bed all day playing a f*****g video game. Again, calls from mom to let him be.

He says Hubby and I think too much, “to a psychotic level,” and that my thinking “so much” “annoys people around me." I know these are my sister’s words because he doesn’t see me around other people, unless they visit here.

He’s a little shit who will fail because he, like the rest of my family, prefer their own reality and are surprised when there are consequences to their non-thought-out actions. Thank god he is out of here and back to his mom in four weeks.

At that time, I will be cutting most ties with my sister, who has been talking shit to my mom about me all this time. Yeah, I’m the bad guy. Because I was the “good” child and my sister has always resented me for it.

Family sucks.