Is it normal that i hate my brother?
Alright, so here's the story; my half-brother and I are thirteen years apart in age so we were really only around eachother that much when I was very young and he lived with my family and I. Nowadays, he lives with my grandmother, aka my mother's adoptive mother, because when he was a teenager he was a disrespectful twat who went to live with her to escape the punishment of my mother and her exhusband. Apparently, as a kid he was selfish and would literally whine and require bribes (and God save us all if he didn't get these bribes BEFORE whatever he needed to do) or he would cause fits. Like, he would need a new Pokemon pack or no good grades for him. Grandma would just follow to these pathetic freaking rules.
Years later, he's moved in and out of our house, grandma's house and random apartments he's rented with his various girlfriends; who usually have some sort of baggage and have been known to be snuck through the windows of the home we used to live in.
Anyhow, I don't have any good memories of him--the only memories I have in fact are stuff like, the cops show up at our house because one of his girlfriends mothers' see a text of his and think he's suicidal, really tacky threatens towards me if I annoyed him as a child, and various forms of teasing. Not to mention the calls we have flying out all over the freaking place ALL the time now because, guess what, smoking his pathetic marijuana leaves just isn't good enough anymore---he's on pain pills, he injects crap into himself, one of his hairstylists sells coke, his ex-girlfriend was ON coke, his current girlfriend is on drugs too, and they do the drugs in my GRANDMOTHER'S FREAKING HOUSE.
He came over to his friend, who is a drugdealer, to "get drugs". The guy went back to get him some...whatever...and while he was gone, him and his girlfriend stole FOUR HUNDERED FREAKING DOLLARS, ran off and bought more drugs from some other bloke.
He stole my grandmother's microwave and pawned it. He's lied to her, telling her that he's going to get it back....like all the other things that he supposedly brought back, yeah, right, sorry sweetie...not happening.
AND SHE JUST BELIEVES HIM! Nowadays she's a loony old lady on the verge of dementia and she believes every word he says. HE'S ABUSING HER AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN MIND. HE STOLE SOME BLOKES FRIDGE, DOES SHE CARE, NO SHE DOESN'T!
HE CALLED THE COPS ON HIS OWN FATHER FOR NOT GIVING HIM THE KEYS TO SOME TRUCK!
HE ATTACKED HIS OWN FATHER FOR CALLING THE COPS ON HIM FOR RIDICULOUS BEHAVIOR.
My mother, his father and other people involved in this web of insane lies have made arrangements for him to go to a rehab center where it is pretty much impossible for him to escape. He snuck in his phone and has been texting his father threats.
One of his rehab mates snitched on him, so, they want his phone now. What does he do? He sneaks and steals some other bloke's phone, turns it in as his own, and once accused by the rightful owner as a thief, accuses the owner of stealing HIS phone.
The rehab doesn't buy it for a second and is already making arrangements to send him to prison. Because he's THAT bad.
He's a complete scumbag...my retelling of only a FEW of the events don't even do him justice. I HATE my brother...no...HALF brother, I disown him and I hope I never have anything to do with him. I am a religious person....Christian even, I suppose, but I am honest enough to admit---hey! I'm not perfect. I judge people sometimes. I hole grudges for way too long. I'm not as loving as I should be. I'm probably not good enough for this freaking religion...but you know what? As a believer of God (but not one who shoves my religion down everyone's throats, mind you...) I am (not very) proud to say.
I hate my brother.
The freaking end.