Apparently my life is a comical tragedy; grief comes in the most humorous ways possible.
1) As you know, mother is at the hospital and she called asking if my brother had something to eat. Brother insisted that his friend help him out at the kitchen, to which idea mother harshly rejected. Now, just because he didn't manage to convince her to have his friend warm the food, he banged the phone, broke the table, broke my spectacles, badmouthed everyone and left the house, swearing to never come back again.
2) He kept saying, "I worry about mother so much and
this is what she does to me!" Wait a second, he worries about mother? And what has he been doing while she was in pain? Drinking beer with his friends? Oh, that's thoughtful!
3) Father kept requesting him to stay, but he outright told him to fuck off, saying that he doesn't care if mother and father die because he isn't their son anymore. By the time got home, he was gone. Father kept wondering that he'd been begging his son not to leave, so why would he leave (oh, nice thinking,
Sherlock) and blamed me for it. Funny enough, I was asleep!
I was taking care of mother all night and came home to sleep, and by the time I woke up I saw my brother arguing with mother on the phone. Scapegoats, anyone?
4) Brother said that his feelings were hurt by the way his mother spoke to him. Also, mom and dad kept apologizing and begging him not to leave. Wait a sec, there's something wrong here: my brother never apologized. He never begged. He always
ordered to have things his way, and he's sad because he had his feelings hurt. What about all the times (like,
everyday) my brother was the one to hurt everyone else's feelings, especially mom and dad's? Oh wait, according to him, that's off topic.
5) Mother refused to listen to me since the dawn of time, and this resulted in her being a victim of Endometriosis. Dad refused to listen to me, thinking I was an idiot, and this resulted in my brother being an asshole. And now despite the consequences, they still won't believe me. Hehe, it must be so relaxing being a fucktard. No, being a fucktard, you don't need to weigh decisions logically. Oh yes, you get away with anything by blaming someone!
6) My uncle, that benevolent uncle from Australia, wants to help my father with money and promised mom would get well, but suddenly, now that my mother is in the hospital and needs the fees, decided not to because he doesn't trust father.
That motherfucking son of a cunt. Hilarious! Yes, making trapped, near death, people hopeful by giving them a rope and suddenly dropping the rope like an asshole really makes an awesome April Fool's joke, doesn't it?
Ah, all this is really inspiring! The stories I can make with these real life events are really touching. Heh, brings tears to my eyes.
EDIT: Furthermore, my father is in great stress. If mother gets the wind about this, the stress might get her killed too. LOL It's like dying by slipping on a banana skin.
