MUM HAS FINALLY KICKED HIM OUT!
I check my phone at work earlier this week and have 10 missed calls from my sister who is away at uni.
I called her back thinking she was in trouble – she picked up and said she would message me as she was in lecture.
She messaged saying she has called the police from uni because whilst on the phone to Mum she heard addict brother SCREAMING like a demon at the family and our Mum was shaken up on the phone.
I said thanks for letting me know, as messages from another brother who was at the house came through saying addict brother left and police are there now.
He’d smashed a bin, shouted threats and mentioned he has headbutted someone in the high street.
The police took a photo of the bast@rd, plus the damamge and told us if he returns then call the police – he arrived three hours later like nothing happened with ‘Alright Mum?’.
Nobody said anything and our little sister texted our sister at uni and asked her to call police as he would hear us.
He sits in the back room ready to strike up his next batch of brown for round number 4,328.
20 minutes later, 4 officers turn up and escort him off the premises on the basis of assault and criminal damage.
He asks ”am i getting nicked?”
Well, duh!
He spent the night in a cell, never to return.
Police asked Mum if she wants him back after bail, she actually hesitated!
Our brother said to her well, ”do you want to be in here p!ssing yourself from fear each night he does this?”
So Mum said ”no”.
She has been advised again, to get an NMO and given a number.
Other brother mentioned the headlock incident from the other month – they took that into account as well which has put brother back on the sh!tlist with addict brother again, but at this point, nobody even cares.
The police called with him in the background and apparently he’s ”sorry” and ”going to get help”…..
He’s been back a few times, of course p!ssed and on something (also on one occasion talking cr@p about Mum’s decision to call the police) to collect stuff and I’ve just said to Mum not to let this be a thing where he is wearing her down again to get back in with not one scintilla of changed behaviour.
She’s fully the type who wont tell us anything but then we come in one day and he’s just sat at the dinner table – no explanation, just a surprise when he acts the same again **eyeroll**
The whole house is lighter, smells cleaner, everyone is sleeping properly.
It’ll be interesting to see if he bothers to sort himself out in the face of being left homeless.
I don’t wish any bad on him, I’ve just washed my hands of him completely.
My only Job now is to keep Mum firmly stuck to her guns.