Tonight my mother called me in hysterics asking me to please come calm down my brother, who was drunk and throwing sloppy threats in her direction in the parking lot of the bar up the street from our house.

I went.  It took 5 minutes to get my brother to stfu and to get my mom to stop crying.  I drove my brother home (he forgot who he was angry at and repeated 'fuck you let me out of the car' the entire ride) and my mom drove god knows where.

I don't know how they manage when I'm not home.  I hate being here.  I hate being the voice of reason between a 23 year old baby with a slight drinking problem and a an even bigger baby who is mentally unstable...with a drinking problem.  

When I'm away, these things don't exist.  But the problem is, they do.


I think my brother is an asshole.  I usually wind up siding with him because only he and I know first hand what it's been like growing up with our mom.  We've always been eachother's sidekick in that respect.  But he's a fucking twat.  And a manipulator.  And he uses my soft spot for him to his advantage. 

 A few hours later my brother signed online.  I wanted to check up on him, make sure things calmed down.

me (10:35:13 PM): whats going on 
him (10:39:07 PM): fuck you, fuck that whole house 
me (10:39:26 PM): k 
him (10:39:33 PM): ok

I really, really, want to go back to Boston.