I just don't get it!! You were kicked out of your house for being gay, we took you in. Things got better so you moved back home. A year later you were kicked out again (or left w/e) because it was getting abusive, we had moved to a smaller house but we still let you live with us. It destroyed my relationship with my mother and brother. It lead my brother down the road I never wanted him to go down, the road of suicidal level depression and cutting. I've watched him slowly sink into that hole that never seems to end. I was seriously scared for him. And still am.
The relationship with my mother went from nearly indestructible to literally nothing. We couldn't be in the same room without the air being so thick with tension you could literally cut it with a knife. But we all put up with it because you needed a place to stay, because it was that, live at home (and be abused) or live on the streets. Our house was the best option yet it practically destroyed what life I had built up around me.
I went into one of the deepest darkest depressions I've been in, in a long time. I think the only reason why I didn't a) run away from home b) kill myself is because of my boyfriend and his family. I had no mother (but was forced to live there) my possition as her eldest child was basically torn away from me by my best friend, and I didn't have much of a relationship with my father at this time. I felt totally alone. And it was my fault, because I allowed you to shove your way into this world I had created.
Then you come out with the story about how you were abused. Your dad was everything from physically abusive including neglectful, emotionally abusive, but somehow wasn't sexually abusive? It doesn't add up. If someone is going to abuse that much, why wouldn't they complete the trifecta. I've never heard of this. Plus your dad was always around our house spending time with you. You had the best time when he was around. For Christmas and your birthday things like that you'd get gifts from him and it seemed to be the best gifts you'd ever get were from him. It didn't make sense. Plus you were the happiest person on the planet. Not at all bitter or angry at the fact that you had "such a terrible childhood". You even compared yours to mine! You fucking prick! You weren't raped, let alone raped by your oldest brother. How dare you say you're childhood was worse than mine. I don't think your's is worth peanuts when compared to the shit I deal with everyday.
My mother went out of her way to provide you with what your mother had neglected to give you and wouldn't give you. She reserved an entire section of a busy downtown bar in the city for your 19th b-day. Didn't invite me. But whatever. If you ever needed anything and didn't have the money you'd come to my mom and she'd get it for you as soon as possible. If I asked her, I'd get a roll of the eyes, and a "you have a job, why can't you get it yourself?!"
We helped you pack and move 8+ hours north to get you to your "awesome amazing university where you could start a new life". Did I ever get a thankyou? No. I'm hurt. I opened my life to you, thought I could trust you. You lived in my fucking house for a year you dill-hole. Anytime you come back to town I don't even get a hello. Not on a facebook message/wall post, or a text message, not even a fucking email. What kind of appreciation is that shit?! You know what:
You slimy son-of-a-bitch. I'm tired of your bullshit. Next time "mommy abused me" I'm going to say "ya, ok what do you want me to do about it? You're a big boy stand up to her!" and walk away because I'm done with you. I bent over backwards for you like a million times and I am now totally blown off for your new university friends. Oh, I forgot to mention, I saved your ass from all the homophobic threats on your life by reporting them to the principal. I risked my ass to save yours. And again I got no thank you for that either.....
So here's my final goodbye...
Fuck you you alcoholic homosexual asshole. I never want to see or hear from you ever again. I can't fucking stand you. I'm so done with you.