The Ripped Soul

Was meddling around with my PSP when I heard mom shouting over the phone. Nothing new, but my ears tend to perk up whenever I hear my name being mentioned.

"why do you bother so much if she's working or not?! when you two were out of a job, she was working! she gave! if you're not happy Dino, both of you can go pack your things and move somewhere else that thinks $300 is enough for a roof over your heads."

Nice score, mom. Nice. You just did a touchdown in my books.

It was bad enough when I came home the other day and checked the freezer only to see a note stuck on their tub of Haagen Daz Bleg Choc saying "Don't touch the ice cream. Thanks"

Sometimes it's very infuriating.

To be honest, right now I feel like waiting up for them to come home. And I'll deliver the first punch and not stop until he bleeds. I don't care if I bleed or break bones.

He dares to question my life and what I'm doing, when he has never lifted a finger to help us out - from day 1. All they're supposed to give is THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS in a fucking month. What the fuck is that compared to what I used to give?

When I was working I didn't even question him ONCE. I would look at him when he's watching TV and ask myself in the head what he does all day long, but I never dared question once. And whatever mom needed, I gave when it was payday. No questions asked.

Even when I stopped working and the money accidentally popped in my account, she knew about it and asked if I could help first, and all I did was just withdrew and gave.

Sometimes I question if I should've done it, sometimes I don't.

But this is just.. awesome.

He doesn't give shit, the amount to give isn't even close enough for a miracle, he's not even helping with the house, yet he dares to ask why I'm not working and how come my mom isn't pushing me to get a fucking job.

Fuck you, big brother. I hope karma gets you fucking bad in the fucking balls where it hurts like a bitch. You and your girlfriend too. Hypocritical fuckers.