Now, I don’t want to come off as some vindictive witch who’s out to expose her brother for the rotten person he tends to be most of the time. Just leave out the vindictive witch part.
The face of the matter is that my brother is clearly seduced by the devil on his shoulder. I think the angel on the other shoulder has been bound and gagged for the majority of his life. An example follows:
My brother seems to find the word “No”, and all of its variations, as a challenge. Telling him not to do it is taken as an invitation.
A prime example is from when I was about 9 or 10 years old. This would make him about 7 or 8. He was told to stay out of my room and out of my stuff. Things had a way of disappearing and then I would be taunted as to their new whereabouts.
The solution for this was to change the door handle to my bedroom door from an unlockable one, to one that required a key. Of course, the solution was temporary and always came with a consequence for me in some fashion.
He had learned to pick the lock with a butter knife. WHERE he had learned that, I can’t say. But if I was inside and he was picking the lock, then when he entered he would rough me up a bit and take something. All of this would leave me crying and screaming for my mother. But when she came to find out what was going on, my brother would say that he hadn’t done anything. And since there was little to no evidence to the contrary, nothing ever came of it.
That is UNTIL one day where I got an idea. Not only would I catch him in the act, but I would have everything ON TAPE for my mother to hear. All I had to do was wait for him to do it again.
My tape recorder was ready. The blank tape was set and ready to go. And then it happened.
He could be heard using the knife to pick the lock. You could hear me telling him to stop it and go away. He didn’t listen of course and continued picking the lock.
Once he finally entered the room, you could hear a scuffle and then me crying.
I had him.
I called my mother, still crying, and told her what he had done.
I told her that I could prove it. I rewound the tape and played the whole thing for her. T-R-O-U-B-L-E was what he was in.
I don’t recall if he continued to break in or not. At least in that house – before we moved to another state. He did break in to my room (as well as other things) during the summers when we were left alone during the day. But that’s another story for another time.
It just completely baffles me how HE is the favorite. Even now, he garners all of my mother’s attention. If he needs money, then there’s plenty. If I needed money, then she would be too broke to give it to me. (She is probably BROKE from giving him money, I’m sure!!!)
She likes him better. Still, to this day. I may be the executor of the will (and maybe that’s my final payback), but I continue to be astounded that he could be so much more to her.
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