Originally Posted by Animal Thug1539
My little brother stole $600 from me on Friday. This is the second time he's stolen money from me. Last year, he stole a $1000+ exactly one year ago.
Now NT; I know some of us love our siblings or what not - but I literally want to hurt this kid. To the point where I leave a scar, or something permanent to show him how I feel. I pay the bills in the house that he lives in for free, yet he feels the need to steal from the source that provides for him. He doesn't acknowledge the fact that I am part of the reason why there's a roof over his head when he needs one, why he can come home and there's food in the fridge, why the internet is available to provide him entertainment.
I literally pay for all of those things. I sacrificed living in California where I was very comfortable - to come back home to Cleveland to help my mother with the rent and bills until my little brothers got on their feet. A year later, nothing has changed - and if anything - I've taken more of a loss, and these little bastards haven't learned anything.
I don't know what to do anymore. I want to leave here and go back to Cali, but my mother won't have anyone to help because my low-life piece of $#$+ brothers can't be men and provide for her like she did for us growing up.
I'm sick of this $#$+ fam. I might up and leave soon but I have to make sure my mother is straight. Don't know what to do...