Any tips on telling your enabling mother to sort it the f**k out?
I’ve sat back for the last two months and realised this frustrating pattern of behaviour.
My mum isn’t computer savvy so wont do an online shop, and is in pain with her knees so begrudgingly goes to the shop when she has to.
My skag head, alky brother pounces on her like a rat up a drainpipe ”I’ll go”….yeah, because there’s a beer or 4 in it for him. Yes, He’s still drinking whilst on an opioid substitute prescription (I’m half tempted to tell the local drug and alcohol service).
Because he’s out on this p!ss, my mum now sits there complaining the kids are hungry and she hasn’t eaten because he’s now taken two hours to go to a supermarket a 10 minute walk away.
My other brother: ”Well, he’s an addict. What did you think was going to happen?” I would have laughed if I wasn’t so annoyed at my mum.
She’ll sit there with her banking app, refreshing every five minutes to see where he’s spent money.
Obviously the Off License *eye roll*
She can’t even moan about this bit anymore because my other brother just ignores her. He thinks it’s comical that she’s so effing dopey.
The skag head comes in, sweating and belligerent, makes himself a sandwich, whilst putting the food on he was supposed to make for the family, then falls asleep leaving it all to burn to a crisp, whilst she sits their like an earthquake survivor in shock.
Money wasted, which she doesn’t have. Even with me paying both main utilities in full every month, she still cannot budget properly to feed these kids – the money is there, she’s just effing LAZY, and he’s honed in on that.
Honestly, I could chin her….it’s like she’s just deliberately slow on the uptake because she doesn’t want any trouble.
I’m losing the effing will, and I’m in serious danger of losing my b@stard rag big time.
I can’t even be in the house, to the point where I’m showering really early in the morning and I’m out by 6.30am, suited and booted for ‘work’ but I sit in a hidden clearing in a local park with a book/music then go into work, where I have to pretend I’m full of the joys.
I then find somewhere else to sit at 5pm like parks, go cinema alone if there’s something decent on, and get home for 10pm.
I then have to play night watch until skag head falls asleep, or the brother with special needs he shares a room with (that skag head purposely winds up the threatens to k!ll when he reacts) goes to sleep.
Something has GOT to give.
I thought our mother understood after last April and October when skag head basically screamed in all our faces and wished us brown bread that she wasn’t going to facilitate this anymore.
He hadn’t had so much as £1 off me or our other brother in a year.
Our other brother stays at his Mrs 80% of the month, which I don’t blame him, it’s effing chaos here.
Mum sits there like a sad puppy when other brother comes to wash some clothes or pick up his games console and tries to pry as to why he wont stay indoors….look at the environment you’ve helped create, you CRETIN! Our little sister just stays in her room – she can’t stand it all either.
Skag head just walks around sweating, blurting out bulls**t like an attention seeking child all day, or with some app for asian wh0res squaking like it’s an online br0thel, and if he isn’t doing that, he’s looking for change down the back of sofas like a big fat hairless rat.
He then lies to mum telling her the local drug and alcohol service didn’t give him his prescription (he turned up late to get it over the long Easter break because he was too drunk to get off his nuts and get it). She then gives him money to get dark ‘to last until he gets his prescription’…then when he takes the lot, acts surprised.
He’s been nodding all effing day today…in the house.
This is literally getting worse and worse and I am considering doing an anonymous referral to the social.
What I ideally want, is this man gone.
He is a disrespectful, manipulative liability.
He says all the right stuff when he is off his t!ts because Mum will swoon and lap it up like a mug, but my other brothers and I don’t even flinch, because we know it’s all b0ll0cks.
Whatever I do, I’m stuck.