Stepped Over the Line – Disrespecting My Boundaries

To the casual bystander, it would appear that all I do is bitch about my mother and my brother. 

Well, they are not wrong. There is really nothing else happening in my life that is worth bitching about. My kids are fine. My bills are nobody else’s business but my own, and last time I checked, the ex leaves me the fuck alone. 

On that note, here goes another beef I have about the people I love to hate. I commute to work with my brother. If you didn’t know how much that irks me, read all about it in this post. As it is, because despite his many idiosyncrasies, he is doing me a solid so I try to be respectful of his schedule and time by letting him know when I have any sudden changes in my schedule or will not be going into work. 

Such was the case yesterday when I sent him a text at 7pm to let him know that he didn’t need to pick me up in the morning because I was going to have to get my son’s car fixed. That should have been the end of the conversation, with an OK from him to acknowledge the information. Nope!

I get the comments right back, am I sure I want to do that? Wouldn’t it be better if I went into work and dealt with the car later? That my son didn’t really need his car, but I needed my job so shouldn’t I just go into work? Excuse me?

Fuck you bro. Where do you get off deciding what I need to do? Or more importantly, what my priorities are? I am perfectly able to make decisions based on my scheduling and availability. I don’t need to make my decisions via committee like he does. He can’t even decide to fucking take a piss without consulting my mother. That’s his life. That is not mine. 

The two of them behave like I exist solely to be managed by the them. That they need and must weigh in on every aspect of my life. I am not sure what gave them this idea, but this is 100% the reason why I tell them as little as possible. Sadly, it conflicts with the whole notion that I be respectful of his time and schedule when he drives me to work, but outside of that, they don’t have any say so on how my life is run. 

I take offense that they even mentioned what my son may or may not need. They don’t know what he has going on, nor do they need to know. Were they less judgemental, selfish, and delusional, they may have been more involved in my life. Sadly because they are sociopaths and dole out emotional abuse like candy, I have had to keep them at an arm’s length since attempts to cut them out of my life have been largely unsuccessful. 

I lament the condition of my life, and had I not bought this house, I would have sold off all my shit and moved away already.