My Brother,Lavonn.No matter how much he has fucked up,no matter how much bullshit I've been through with him,I've always given him a little bit more of a chance....Today isn't one of those days.
Today,I took a day off from my CRAZY week and It ended up as not being a relaxing day at all.
It all started when,My Brother,Lavonn came in from work with a TERRIBLE attitude,this afternoon.He'd come in and Immediatley went to sleep in MY bed....For some reason or another.And also he had HIS garbage in MY room all over the place.So after I asked him to leave my room,He'd jumped into a hissyfit as if he didn't have a PERFECTLY constructed bed in HIS OWN ROOM.
After he left my Room with the most disgusting of all attitudes,my mom comes from out of nowhere and starts talking all of this BULLSHIT about how she and my Brother saw "SOMETHING" in my room while I was away for the weekend at my Grandparents's house.
1.Why were THEY in my room in the first place?
2.Why was my room FILLED with their left over garbage from the night before?
3.Why should I have to put up with this shit?
So I go on to ask them the FIRST TWO Questions above and as my Mom is about to leave the Apartment,my Brother gets up off of his bed and Gets into my face as if he was about to bust my ass or something.So as a response,I got into his face and It was then that he said something that I'll NEVER forget....."I'll MURDER you." was what he said and it was then that I knocked down some of the things from his Dresser and it was then that the FISTS started to fly and the HEAD LOCKS began to take place.
As the fight continued and our Mom tried her best too create some sort of Blockade between us,I punched him in the face knocking him onto the ground....not just hurting him but also giving him a sign of how much I wasn't fucking with him.
So he continued to curse and complain about how much he was going to "Fuck me up" so I punched him again in the face while he was still on the ground, resulting in him picking up a broomstick like a little girl instead of fighting like a real man (Like he's always claiming to be.) and just fighting with his fists. So I FIERCLY Grabbed the Broomstick out of his hand and I push him out into the hallway of the floor which we live on.
My mom once again got into our way and forced my brother downstairs into the street while TRYING to keep me away from my Brother who was in the street screaming like a REAL-TYPE,SISSY.
As my brother gained more momentum against me while I was being blocked by our mom,he punches me like the little bitch that he is and in that moment, I had a EPIPHANY.....He'd done soooooooo much shit to me over the past few years that this fight wasn't even about garbage or my privacy.It was about my RESPECT.And it was that one simple act of Gratitude that he'd never given me in a long time.
EXAMPLES.
1.After already knowing who Marlene (Read about her in my previous blog entitled, "Without her,Everything fell apart.") was....He was talking to her behind my back over the Internet.
2.He Broke my Great-Grandmother's Sink by sitting on it and nearly FLOODED the entire bathroom then lied on me and made me look like I'd done it.
3.Since I was about five years old,He has nicknamed me "Fat Ass" which I don't think he really knows how much it hurts considering him being a VERY skinny guy.
4.Also,last but not least he'd made fun of me in one of the darkest times of my life (When Marlene Rejected me in the eighth grade.) by making remarks such as "Your gonna DIE a Fucking VIRGIN.","Stop acting like a little BITCH." and "Get a Fucking life,you L-A-M-E."
In response to recalling all of those personally painful events....I SPAT at him and succeded in hitting my target......HIM.
As the day went on and I felt the utmost WORST of all annomosity that I'd felt in a LONG time,something happened while my brother found his way to his second Job...My Grandfather came to my home.
Within the hour.....I got to hear the BIGGEST load of shit that I'd heard in a long fucking time.
My Grandfather goes on to talk about how he had nine younger brothers and Sisters and never struck one of them in his ENTIRE life.And my Conscience just kept saying "How the fuck would you know?" to everything that he kept on relating to my life and exsperiences as if HE was the one to live my life.
And his Goddamn speach went on and on and on and on when my Conscience said something else...."I love you to DEATH,Grandpa,but you just get to see maybe 10 percent of what actually goes on around here and you immediatley JUDGE ME as the bad guy.What gives you the right?"
After all that I'd been through in my life and after all I'd been through this ENTIRE week.....I don't think that I was wrong to THINK what I THOUGHT.
In the end,My Mom and Grandfather want me to give my brother a SERIOUS apology.I only have two words to that suggestion........
HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"This is my Life,It's not what it was before."
-Aaron Lewis
Today,I took a day off from my CRAZY week and It ended up as not being a relaxing day at all.
It all started when,My Brother,Lavonn came in from work with a TERRIBLE attitude,this afternoon.He'd come in and Immediatley went to sleep in MY bed....For some reason or another.And also he had HIS garbage in MY room all over the place.So after I asked him to leave my room,He'd jumped into a hissyfit as if he didn't have a PERFECTLY constructed bed in HIS OWN ROOM.
After he left my Room with the most disgusting of all attitudes,my mom comes from out of nowhere and starts talking all of this BULLSHIT about how she and my Brother saw "SOMETHING" in my room while I was away for the weekend at my Grandparents's house.
1.Why were THEY in my room in the first place?
2.Why was my room FILLED with their left over garbage from the night before?
3.Why should I have to put up with this shit?
So I go on to ask them the FIRST TWO Questions above and as my Mom is about to leave the Apartment,my Brother gets up off of his bed and Gets into my face as if he was about to bust my ass or something.So as a response,I got into his face and It was then that he said something that I'll NEVER forget....."I'll MURDER you." was what he said and it was then that I knocked down some of the things from his Dresser and it was then that the FISTS started to fly and the HEAD LOCKS began to take place.
As the fight continued and our Mom tried her best too create some sort of Blockade between us,I punched him in the face knocking him onto the ground....not just hurting him but also giving him a sign of how much I wasn't fucking with him.
So he continued to curse and complain about how much he was going to "Fuck me up" so I punched him again in the face while he was still on the ground, resulting in him picking up a broomstick like a little girl instead of fighting like a real man (Like he's always claiming to be.) and just fighting with his fists. So I FIERCLY Grabbed the Broomstick out of his hand and I push him out into the hallway of the floor which we live on.
My mom once again got into our way and forced my brother downstairs into the street while TRYING to keep me away from my Brother who was in the street screaming like a REAL-TYPE,SISSY.
As my brother gained more momentum against me while I was being blocked by our mom,he punches me like the little bitch that he is and in that moment, I had a EPIPHANY.....He'd done soooooooo much shit to me over the past few years that this fight wasn't even about garbage or my privacy.It was about my RESPECT.And it was that one simple act of Gratitude that he'd never given me in a long time.
EXAMPLES.
1.After already knowing who Marlene (Read about her in my previous blog entitled, "Without her,Everything fell apart.") was....He was talking to her behind my back over the Internet.
2.He Broke my Great-Grandmother's Sink by sitting on it and nearly FLOODED the entire bathroom then lied on me and made me look like I'd done it.
3.Since I was about five years old,He has nicknamed me "Fat Ass" which I don't think he really knows how much it hurts considering him being a VERY skinny guy.
4.Also,last but not least he'd made fun of me in one of the darkest times of my life (When Marlene Rejected me in the eighth grade.) by making remarks such as "Your gonna DIE a Fucking VIRGIN.","Stop acting like a little BITCH." and "Get a Fucking life,you L-A-M-E."
In response to recalling all of those personally painful events....I SPAT at him and succeded in hitting my target......HIM.
As the day went on and I felt the utmost WORST of all annomosity that I'd felt in a LONG time,something happened while my brother found his way to his second Job...My Grandfather came to my home.
Within the hour.....I got to hear the BIGGEST load of shit that I'd heard in a long fucking time.
My Grandfather goes on to talk about how he had nine younger brothers and Sisters and never struck one of them in his ENTIRE life.And my Conscience just kept saying "How the fuck would you know?" to everything that he kept on relating to my life and exsperiences as if HE was the one to live my life.
And his Goddamn speach went on and on and on and on when my Conscience said something else...."I love you to DEATH,Grandpa,but you just get to see maybe 10 percent of what actually goes on around here and you immediatley JUDGE ME as the bad guy.What gives you the right?"
After all that I'd been through in my life and after all I'd been through this ENTIRE week.....I don't think that I was wrong to THINK what I THOUGHT.
In the end,My Mom and Grandfather want me to give my brother a SERIOUS apology.I only have two words to that suggestion........
HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"This is my Life,It's not what it was before."
-Aaron Lewis
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