My.. my.. my..

How humble people become…

I have a family member whom I’ve helped in more ways then one. I’ve done more for him that his parents had ever done.

For the sake of my honor to God, when He says in His word, “honor your mother and father and your days shall be longer”. I will acknowledge that our mother gave birth, kept a roof over our heads, food on the table and clothes on our backs. She carried all of the responsibility of kids on her back by herself. Granted.

The bible also tells parents not to be agitating their kids.

With that being said, my brother needed me yet again.

A few weeks ago he was mad that I gave him a boundary. I gave him a boundary because I realized he was using me and really don’t like me. Now, I toss his dislike towards me into the ocean because I know he’s bipolar.

Nevertheless, he has gone aroud spreading false rumors about me and people whom has never met me, believe it.

I think, if he has such an unexpressed problem with me then he shouldn’t need me for a single thing. So, he received my boundaries. Period.

In his delusional mind, those boundaries meant we’re enemies, it meant I want to see him fail in life, and wish harm to him.

I’m not sure where the sense of entitlement comes from with people. But they have the world fuc*** up!

Well.. he was “behind a bush” getting revenge on me and tried to cause me to lose my place to live. As if I don’t need a roof over my head. And that’s supposed to be “family”.

But God… cause nothing ever came my way. Period!

And recently, that bastard reached out to me to help him with a custody battle. And he was so humble.

I decided to drink water and mind my business…

He can’t bash my reputation, use me, and attempt to sabotage me and expect me to be supportive.

That’s not how any of this works.

xoxo

A Healthy Parent