All In The Family

I'm getting really sick and tired of my family. I've been practicably forbidden to write about them on my blog but I'm 18 now and I'll do as I please. Eleven years ago my household changed when my dad died. Ever sense then mom has done all she could to make us happy. A downfall comes along with this. By making us happy we never got disciplined making us over the years spoiled brats. Our family line doesn't help. Granny would spank us from time to time when she would babysit.

I can't imagine how hard mom has to work. With 24 hours a week at Albertsons, all the house work, and taking care of all three of us. Maybe I ask to much of her by wishing we had discipline. Personally I don't do chores, the idea of it is tiring and foreign to me. I'm old news though...

With out the discipline and fear of the parental figure Michael has discovered that he can get away with anything. The rules used to be no friends in the house when mom isn't home. Michael's broken that rule so much it doesn't exist anymore. He gets in fights on a daily basis at school. So much so he's gotten kicked out of the one I used to attend. He doesn't take "crap" from anyone, not from people his age or adults. He doesn't let anything go. He talks back to his teachers and mom. He hangs out with a bad crowd including a guy named Levie (like the pants) who thanks he's in a gang. Levie is no doubt on drugs as are many people Michael hang around with. Who knows what Michael's doing, oh wait me. I can't say anymore about that.

I don't get along with him at all, nor does Sean. Michael asked Sean straight out, "If I was ever in a big fight would you back me up?" and Sean Responded, "Hell no." I wouldn't either. I personally want him to have a bad run in. Not that i'm being mean but I just want him to learn a lesson. He needs to change his ways now or he'll be in prison, or much worse dead. That's one reason why i'm distancing myself from him now. If one of those things happen, I'm not going to let it destroy me. I'm not gonna let his bull shit destroy me.

I got in a thing with him tonight about batteries, he was sealing them form the remote in the living room were I sleep and I wouldn't let him. I told him to go take the batteries from a wii remote. That little idiot took the batteries out of the remote of the T.V. I was watching in the other living room. It sounds stupid and it is but it's not about the batteries. That's just the straw that broke the ice. He irritates me allot in the way he always disrespects mom. Theirs nothing I can do their. Mom doesn't know what to do. If I say something I get yelled at. Tonight I decided it's a lost cause. Mom always tells me she's doing her best and given perspective on all she does, I believe her. Their is only so much a person can do...