Sorry for ranting about this. Normally he's not even worth talking about and talking about the gum on my shoe I stepped in is a more worthwhile conversation.
The last time I saw him, I was doing him a solid of dogsitting for him and his girlfriend because I actually liked her. She's a good person. He ended up getting super mad at me because the dog knocked over one of his favorite plants and pissed on some of the furniture. It was some kind of pitbull mix but the dog was a puppy. I've dogsat for friends before but these were well adjusted and trained dogs. Not wild untrained puppies. I'm not a dog person. And for some fuckin stupid reason he did this thing where he made me look in the mirror and tell him if I like the person I see. When I said yes, he told me I'm delusional. I didn't even say anything else. I just packed my bag and went home. But I was thinking don't try to fuckin gaslight me you asshole. This isn't even your apartment. It's your girlfriend's apartment, your name isn't on the lease. You live here by her good graces and you could be out on your ass homeless if you pissed her off too much. You have no job, your drive your girlfriend's car because you don't have one partly because you've wrecked every single car you've owned and a few of our parents cars, insurance is too expensive, you have multiple DUIs, and no place you can legally call your home. And you're gonna try to tell me I'm delusional because who I see in the mirror is someone I like? Talk about throwing stones from your glass house. He ended up getting kicked out of his girlfriend's apartment. She didn't want to break up but she decided she just can't live with him. After meeting me, she joked "I think I dated the wrong brother."
He stayed at mom's house for a bit and the dog ended up pissing and shitting all over her house too. She had to get professional carpet cleaners. So, he was mad at me because I 'let' the dog wreck the apartment but the dog did the same thing under your watch at mom's house? Makes sense.
It just put me in a irritated mood because mom was WAY more insistent than she's ever been about us being on any kind of good terms. Usually if she brings it up, I just tell her it's not gonna happen and we move on to a different topic.
She wanted to set a time to talk financials and inheritance and wants the 3 of us to be in the same room together. She doesn't want to do it over a phone call. I told her, the best I can do is if he's in the same room with you, you can add me on a Zoom video chat. Being in the same room with him is not going to happen.
As far as inheritance, I told her to really not worry about that. The only thing I want is dad's vinyl collection. Even though my parents raised me on a lot of jazz, R&B, oldies, my dad had a huge vinyl collection of music over a bunch of genres across the whole spectrum of music. I've had a friend who is huge into vinyl collecting stop by the house once. He was thumbing through the records like "dude. Dude. DUDE!!! You have this!? Do you know how much this is worth?" I would never sell them but I like to know my dad was so deep into so much music regardless of genre. I am too. But I want it because my dad's love for all music is one of the best things I loved about him, even though when we're in the car we will probably be listening to Marvin Gaye or Smokey Robinson.
My brother is super into his own vinyl collection and he claimed a few years ago he wants it when mom passes and I said nope, I called that over a long time ago when we initially had this conversation with mom about inheritance after dad died. Ultimately, that collection belongs to her to do with what she will but I told her, who are you gonna believe? Me or him. I hate having these kinda morbid thoughts but she's the one that brings it up, so I told her when you're writing your official and legal will and inheritance, that's the only thing I want. Anything else is up to you.
I'll come off it now. Think I'm gonna look up some funny raccoon videos to put me in a better mood.
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