My brother is running from his responsibilities

  Yeah, another entry with my brother in the title…. My mom informs me that now my brother has changed his tune; now he’s trying to talk his girlfriend, Sam, into having an abortion. He thinks this baby is ruining his life, and he doesn’t want it.
 
   He promised….

    Of course, he lies to me about it, but I was at work so I could only text. And my stepdad calls my brothers army seargent, and he’s saying he thinks Sam is making up the pregnancy to keep Dylan in her grasp etc etc. Course, he added she doesnt want Dylan to leave for the military….. Drama, drama, drama. We belong on a drama.

     I’m going to have to have a talk with Dylan… he professed to me over and over how he was bound and determined to beat the odds; to never leave his child or its mother, and he got all the pamphlets etc to teach himself about it. Perhaps its gonna too real….. In any case, this isn’t tolerable. It isn’t right. And no, I refuse to let my brother become another statistic.

    Maybe Sam is making it up… who knows right? Until she shows, no one will believe, really. Part of me hopes she is pregnant, part of me hopes she isn’t. Either way, I’m going to do my best to make sure my brother is taking responsibility for his actions.

    My friends tell me to stop worrying about all this; my acting career is finally starting to take movement, and things are finally starting to work out for me…. and I should let my parents deal with all these issues. But, I cant. They’re family, and I worry about them.

  Speaking of which, my "best friend" Mel has up and disappeared on me again. She does  this. Every few years, and she’ll re appear a few years later. I talked to Lauren on the phone for hours last night, and a good hour was spent on trying to decipher Mel’s actions, and why she does this. It brought me back to my Aunt Peggy telling me how she got up and saw Mel laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. (I was still asleep naturally. My mouth was a little open, and I looked smug lol)

    In any case, I’ve put a status on my myspace (not on facebook) about how if you’re gonna disappear, you’d better do it forever. I’m tired of this. I worry about her, relentlessly. And I KNOW she’s hiding things from me; why else would she become SOOOOO anti social and SOOOOO un interested in guys? She never much was, but she did have one boyfriend, Caleb, for a year in highschool. That was a messed up relationship, as he was clingy and suicidal if she’d dump him… she did though, he moved on, now he’s married.

     I cant keep obsessing over how I can help her. Yes, she was the person I could tell ANYTHING to, and we had so much in common, so many plans together.. but my life cant work that way anymore. This cant be a semi one sided friendship. So the white flag is going up. And she’s no longer welcome to re appear. (Unless she tells me everything and explains herself, naturally. But I am betting against that)

      Also, my mother hasn’t found a job. She’s usually VERY good at that, but in this economy, even she hasn’t gotten one yet. Its very frustrating. Whats weird is… no one is picking up their phones… But now she’s fretting over my brother and his psychotic antics and all his lying…. She knows she’s going to have to stay here, and my stepdad will have to go back.

   And of course, there’s drama down there in louisiana…. the landlord has not being doing what he should, and I guess my parents haven’t either; so basically they’re hoping to get out of that incredibly expensive lease.

     My uncles are saying they’re moving out no matter what (Mike esp) And so that’s leaving my mom hanging, and she might have to sue her own brothers…. its not fair of them to do that. They signed up for this, they signed the lease. They need to learn responsibility too. My uncle Scott is my fave person in the whole world, but he really needs to learn how to control his money. I.E, buying a motorcycle he soooo cannot afford.

    My parents got my dip shit brother a car. My first car cost 900 bucks. His cost about the same as my current car 5000 and so I’m pretty peeved. Just goes to show you that in THIS house, going against ALL the rules, being a dip shit, talking back, sneaking off, hurting everyone’s feelings, gets you farther in this household. Dont worry, my snobby sister will get something like a lamborghini.  (light sarcasm, but you notice, not totally untrue. She will get spoiled ROTTEN) 

    Me, as the eldest, and a general rule of how I’m treated in this family, I’m seen as the one who is "intelligent" but also t hat means everything falls on me; all the actions of my siblings, they blame on me and my supposed "behavior" I never ran wild like they do. I didn’t have a reason too. The things they do are ridiculous, juvevnile and immature. I never was a real teenager.. Sure I had the angst, but I was clinically depressed. Typical teen things didnt apply to me.
 
    So also with that, is the idea that I will always know responsibilty and will never be materialisitic, and thats something of value. And they think its out of place to be upset  I think its a major mistake on their part. But, I do realize, as the parents thats their choices to make and their responsibility to take.

    Wow, thats a lot fo take in huh? I guess in the good news department, I have a new admirer, and he’s actually quite cute. (my age lol, not one of those silly little children crushes like adorable Ben) And Lauren, Katy and myself are going to the drive in tomorrow. 🙂  We have to have something to fill our Supernatural void of course!

 Happy birthday, little Jack Attack! Sorry you got sick today!