(13-02-2015, 07:13 PM)ElainMoria Wrote: Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but he is an extreme and manipulative narcissist. EVERYTHING has to revolve around him and what he wants, even if doing so is harmful or difficult for others, and if he doesn't get it he throws a shit fit and rages until he does (and at 6'7" it's always an epic tantrum). He learned this behavior from his mother (not from mine) who let him do whatever he wanted if he threw a long enough fit about it, and at 43 he still thinks that's how to get what he wants. He used to succeed with me doing the same thing but I've changed significantly in the last 15 years and that dog doesn't hunt with me anymore.
I have already decided I'll choose to be homeless, rather than leave Oregon and move to Washington, if I can't manage to find a place. Even if I have to rent a room with someone for a while, I'll do so. Just not going to move. I have things set up here finally and need to stay. I can't afford to put my life and health at risk, for his tantrum based whims.
Sometimes being the "big sister" isn't an easy choice.
~Elain
Sounds like my brother, at least the last dozen or so years of his life. When he was little, he'd SCREAM and CRY and have LONG-LASTING fits and NOBODY could figure out what the problem was!! Mostly, because he still couldn't talk, yet. Because of his screaming fits, he had to have a hernia operation by the time he was 2 years old!! As he got older, he'd still bitch and complain about this and that and dad would say, "He's got his bitch factory going again!!" And, everything was about how HE'D always get the short end of the stick!! `Scuse me!!!! HE got a brand new 10 speed for Christmas AND almost never used it!! All I ever got were bikes that dad built from parts, he starting fixing bikes when he was 12. After a few months, or so, dad'd take them away from me because he claimed I wasn't taking care of them! HE got his way when it came time for us kids to play something!! Everything revolved around him while I always got pushed to the background, and I'm the oldest of us!! When HE told my parents something (Like: Kleenex is made of a different kind of paper than toilet paper and will stuff up the toilet.), they'd adhere to it STRONGLY and it became a house rule!! When I tried to tell them something like that, no matter how much proof I had, they wouldn't believe me! Especially if it proved my brother wrong!
In his later years (by the way, he was also about 6' 7", I'm taller.), he get up in the morning and take over the t.v./living room and just veg there ALL DAY drinking beer the entire time!! Dad had a beer tap in the kitchen and my brother would go through most of a barrel each week!! If someone else walked into the room, he'd get pissed off and vanish upstairs, making SURE he slammed the door as hard as he could!! NO ONE was allowed in the kitchen when he was cooking his incredibly smelly food, nor could we stand to be! EVERYTHING had to be HIS way or he'd have a MAJOR shit fit!!!! It's because of him that mom had a stroke and both mom and dad had very serious cancer!! (Dad died 8 years ago, mom's cured of the cancer (WITHOUT CHEMO OR RADIATION, mind you!!) and still around.) He'd sit in the living room with the t.v. on with the sound almost to zero, just so he could control the set all day. Quite often, he'd fall asleep in the chair with a full stein of beer in his hand and spill the beer all over himself and the chair, or he'd sleep on the floor face down and spill the beer on the carpet!! It smelled like a frat house!!!! Everyone was afraid to say anything to him about it, but if I spilled a mouthful of root beer, I'd get yelled at for it!! Finally, 2 years ago in Dec., he jumped off a bridge!
