You know. My family really is shit. And I don't even just mean the jackass brother. He's an alcoholic, part of me understands it's beyond his control. I guess. However that works. But the reason I kept calling the police yesterday was to get my brother arrested. Not only because I was worried about him killing someone, but also because he has no place to go will just sit in his car passed out. He's 50. After so many years of drinking, he's not in the best of health. I know he can become dehydrated. But this time I wasn't going to cater to him by bringing drinks. It needed to be resolved. He needs to get help, and I guess reach rock bottom. He's been through rehab enough times, it's not working. But I couldn't sleep lastnight or the night before. I worry about him, regardless of how angry I am. But this is my shit-tastic family.Mom: After going on and on about how she's tired of it all, she basically did nothing. This morning when my brother arrived at 8:30 my husband called their house to have my step father come over for support. Of course, when he left there he was all gung-ho and pissed and going to rip him a new ass.. bla bla bla. When he arrived, he just stared at Adrian. Not that I wanted a rumble, but I think he's in it for the fun of watching. He doesn't care, and has done nothing in the past to help my brother. They did drive by my house yesterday and noticed my brother passed out in his car. Instead of stopping to see if I needed help for whatever... they just went on home. I heard later that they had seen him there. ?? And today I can't reach them.. they're at the casino.
The only sister I talk to: Yesterday she was put out that I called her while she was getting her manicure/pedicure. She actually said, "Here I'm trying to be all richie-bitchie, and I'm having to talk about my drunk brother." WHAT? She then went to Andre's.. which is a French pastry shop. She also bitched lastnight that she hoped he didn't show up there because 'what would the neighbors say' about a drunk parked in front of her house. Today she went to some luncheon with 1200 other cronies, and got home a bit ago. Never called me all day to see if everything was alright, or if I had heard from our brother. I told her he was arrested, "For what?" she asked. PROSTITUTION, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK???? But she couldn't be bothered.
I'm upset he's in jail. But I know that he will get medical attention if he needs it. He will have a place to sleep, food and water. It sucks. I know. I wouldn't want to be there. But, he brought it on himself. I packed up his clothing today and found 4 bottles of Jose Cuervo Especial.. empty. Big bottles, says 375ML. I know that he drank all of them between Monday evening and Tuesday. That's not someone that wants help.
So yes. I called 911 this time. I believe he was on the border where the more ABLE police station gets involved. I told a white lie and said that I watched him leave a nearby restaurant and drive in his car.. then pass out in the parking lot. I watched from across the street and 4 police cars and a paddy wagon eventually came and took him away. And his car was towed. I feel like an asshole, I do. I'm sorry I had to call the police. But I simply didn't see an alternative. It was that or let him die in his car?? He lost his wallet. He had no money, no ID nothing on him.
It's an end I guess. By pointing out what jerks my family members are, I'm not asking for accolades. I'm not a great person. I can be quite a bitch, actually. But I guess I'm typing this out to help my brain understand I did the right thing. I hope. Because I feel like total shit about it. But nobody else was willing to do a thing. They like to get angry.. but do nothing.
