So I had an incredibly uncomfortable "conversation" with my brother earlier today. It wasn't really a conversation, it was more him venting, deflecting, and telling me everything that's wrong with my life. Choice words he used, he called me a loser, and critiqued my wardrobe on interviews or any professional occasion saying a white dress shirt with a red undershirt is unprofessional.
Most of his rant, I just agreed with him whether I agreed or not just so he would stop talking and leave me alone. It was a lot of projection. Yes, I am here for the time being at my mother's house but a big part of me being here while getting my career back on track is mutually beneficial, meaning I make runs to the grocery store, drug store (not those kinda drugs), cook, clean, etc etc. He tried to make some ranty connection that we are both pieces of shit and admitted he is estranged from his kids (my niece and nephew) and has no contact with their mother and lost everyone that would call him friend. Blah blah blah, he's estranged from his niece and nephew... WELL WHOSE FAULT IS THAT!?
He is only here by my mother's good grace because he has no where else to go, and she's giving him a time limit to get out of here, whatever that means. He went as far as questioning if I died tomorrow, who would come to my funeral? As if I don't have real friends, some to the level that they would call me to help them bury a dead body with no questions asked. It sucks that he alienated people he thought of as friends, including the mother of my niece and nephew.
In reality, he was venting and deflecting from his own problems saying things like "I'm a piece of shit so I know a piece of shit when I see one." Are you talking about me?
