After Mum and Dad returned from the UK I received an uncomfortable phone call from big sis telling me that mum had returned to the US broke hearted over the treatment she recd from my brothers. As I sat on the sofa of her hew home she gave me the disturbing details. My older brother has always been a bit of a misnomer. Means well, but seems to have allowed himself to let his love of drink consume him. Somewhere along the line, the alcohol had become his trusted friend. I don't know what goes on in his head but I feel that he never quite got his confidence up to a level where he believed he had a right to exist in the world and be who he wanted to be. The drink obviously takes the edge off the way he feels about himself and now his trusted friend has become his silent controlling, destructive enemy.
While Mum & Dad were over for the funeral Mum was adamant that as the funeral was in Ipswich she should stay no place else but with her sons there. I was not sure if this was a good idea as I wondered what the living arrangements would be, but said nothing as I didn't want to be a bitch. My older brother rented a council flat and my younger one stayed their occasionally when he hadn’t been thrown out by his girlfriend. Unfortunately I was right, the flat turned out to be a hovel. Neither brother had made any effort to prepare for mum and dads arrival. Empty boxes, years of spilt grease all over the kitchen, filthy clothes, black (use to white bedding,) and no food.
After clearing away the boxes and making up her own bed in the room were she would be sleeping, she then faced the prospect of nothing to make tea or food! Yes you heard right, your mum comes to visit and not only do you not clean up but you have no cups for you mum who was probably breast fed on tea but also did not get any food in to feed them!! It gets worse, my older brother slept permanently in the living room and as the evening drew in he opened the front door to a trashy looking chav who proceeded to undress in the living room and crawl topless under the stained sheet in front of my parents! They both light up fags and chat on as normal!!. Not, 'oh my parents are here, cover yourself,' or 'lets smoke outside to respect my parents. The worthless piece of shit seemed oblivious to the situation. When I initially heard about all this I was straight on the phone to one of my brothers. I was not interested in the details of who said what. All I cared about was that Mum was very upset and they had a responsibility to explain to them why they were treated with such little respect......
To make matters even worse she showed me an article that my younger brothers ex girlfriend’s had sent. She got breast cancer and had got a large compensation pay out due to a hospital blunder. My brother told her that he would invest it and proceeded to squander thousands of pounds of the cash on himself. When she realised a large portion of the money had gone and she realised he was bullshitting her it was too late!
Mum sobbed on the sofa as she recalled coming all the way from Jamaica as a young girl, worked her arse off in England for so many years only to witness the disrespect and malicious doings of her sons.... He goes to court soon, I hope the tosser he gets sent down for it!!!!
