Recently, my brother’s dog passed away and how it went down was the most cowardice I’ve faced and it shouldn’t have happened. His dog should be his responsibility, and should treat the dog as if it was part of the family. The dog was Molly, and she was on the brink of her death bed. When I brought her in she was barely moving normally full of energy but that night she reminded me of a moment before I was diagnosed what kind of cancer I had and being extremely weak. He waited all day for me to call his recommended vet that he could have done already, as I was taking in soo much heat at work already I had to do this too.
Then again, it comes with a saying, trust a snake to bite, trust a wolf to attack, trust a thief to be a thief, trust a liar to be a liar. I know who they are, regardless they are my last blood family left. I trust them to a point to know they are not there for me. They are there to ride what I make and enslave my kindness because they can. The more I am not home, the more I can separate myself from them, the better I will be off until I can figure out how I can finally take my cars and disappear as my mom was right, back in 2017 she did say I would regret it, but I had no other choice at the time as I also regret taking in being coaxed into taking in a friend who had a mental breakdown before I knew the whole details until after he moved in about how he took a fucking little kid hostage in his mental illness attack, I didn’t expect that he would literally attempt to kill me.
Ever since they moved in my finances went sideways, I’ve been more traumatically shocked than ever. They keep piling more on me when I am working, enslaving myself to work I don’t like doing and trying my hardest to shuffle my finances to keep me from losing my house.
The sad part is, I bought this house as a bridge to resell after 5 – 10 years, so I can move back to Oregon and do my “revenge” career plot to become successful and put the business partner who drove me back to vegas after attempting to kill me and ruin my career back in 2011.
I can’t keep doing this anymore, I can’t take this bullshit from my dad’s attempt to take his own life and my brother’s depression, let alone refusal to listen to me,refusal to support me and disrespect me constantly in my own house that I’ve bought… after I’ve spent years, decades supporting them, I am still supporting them when I can’t afford it not to mention My uncle needs a better caretaker, I can’t afford nor do anything on my end as if I lose my job now we all will be homeless.
I didn’t expect my plans to go completely off the rails.
But here I am, stuck in fucking hell yet again..