My time

How can three people be raised but the same two people and live their lives completely different than each other? I sat my parents down and expressed my concerns on Ben and his gf not helping with bills and not cleaning up after themselves. Why did I have to explain to my parents on the difference of what I was doing (working, paying bills, cleaning, etc.) is beyond me. I literally had to point it out to my parents that they were enabling my brother, he didn’t grow up, get out or help with bills. Well, they decided to talk to Ben and his gf about what we discussed. It’s obvious not that my mother and Ben’s girlfriend were besties, since we couldn’t get along. 

My mother told Ben and his girlfriend everything I brought to their attention and demanded them to do as I was, being more independent and helpful with the house. That didn’t go well for the gf and she turned on me in a split second. We were no longer friends, she was now the enemy and I had to watch my back. I tried warning my brother, but how I can tell my brother to break it off with her because she’s drama and just like our manipulative mother? You don’t, but you do tell his girlfriend how you really feel about the situation and the secret my other brother, Nick, told me about her. She was so much like my mother after I pissed her off, I was hoping my brother could see it and tell her to get lost. Of course he didn’t, my brothers don’t even know their mother cheated on their dad for years. After the big fights with the girlfriend, they moved out to her dads house. 

The house was better, but I still hated being there. Moms’ mystery days came more frequently, and dads patience was thinning. The tension in the house was unbearable, and I was miserable watching my dad waste his life on a woman that could care less about him. Dad and I created more of a bond now with mom not being around. We would talk for hours, sometimes about nothing and others about mom. I tried to be his therapist of some kind, try to get him to see what she truly was, and that he deserved better. 

Nothing I said was going to change that man’s mind and I finally got to the point of moving out once and for all! I got an apartment with a co-worker while working at the hospital. That year was a messy year for me. At the same time, I had decided to get a more 9-5 job to be with Treyson more but stayed at the hospital to work weekends for extra money. No, I wasn’t getting child support or any help from Tyler. His parents took Trey on the weekends when I had to work, but Tyler wasn’t ever really in Treyson’s life.