~Fool Me Once Shame On You...Fool Me Twice I Am Done~

I am officially pissed off at my brother and calling for a cease fire. He is upset because he feels that he was forsaken while he was away(in prison). Then on top of it, when he really wants a pity party, he calls our sister and the together the 2 of them are enraging each other to the point of writing me e-mails, fb messages and status update after status update about "poor little" me. Here's the deal...I am NOT your mother, your keeper NOR your ATM. I am a mother first, a woman and human being. I lost our Mother too. The hole it left could swallow all of the state of Massachusetts and without her I've had to further grow up. I lost my best friend on that February day. Me and my kids are the ones who moved in with her to help her through a very emotional time after our Dad left her. I had to watch her cry, worry about and stress over the loss of her own best friend and husband as he moved in with another woman. Me and the kids were the ones who found her dead in her own car in the driveway of our family home. From the time you were old enough, you have been in and out of jail. I did not put you there, your actions did. Now you are out for the umpteenth time and its time to build a life. I will support you as long as you do it the right way~Without drugs, without breaking the law and without guilting or suing me and other family members and friends to give you what you feel you deserve. And please, indulge me for a moment...what is owed to you? Birthday and Christmas presents for each year you were gone? Possessions Mom left behind when she died? I asked you what you might like...I kept things for you from her, things that meant  a lot to her like Christmas decorations and her bears but even that I didn't get much of.  I had no control over the house being taken or all of Mom's things being sold...What you are looking for is not wrapped in gold or worth a monetary value...They are the memories and the time shared with her....I can NOT give that to you. You chose your life, I did not. Come to think of it, even with the limited time you had with us, you got 99% of Mom's attention from day one. You were always in trouble, always fighting us, and you did not stop. Even now. Now please, I BEG you....Stop with the negative messages and phone calls. I am NOT going to go to that dark place where I've spent most of my life living with guilt that was not mine to own and empathy for you that you do not deserve. Grow up, move on and unless you want to have an adult and loving relationship with me and your niece and nephew, I don't want to have more than one family reunion a year with you. It's up to you. WE'VE been struggling, living and fighting out here while you've been in a bubble of safety in prison most of your life. You chose that life through your actions and breaking of the law. In the real world NO ONE gives you Wal-mart cards and cash just because you need things. In the real world we work hard, we struggle and, if we have no money, we go without. It's time for you to open your eyes and close your mouth.You should be thankful for your freedom and the very air you breathe. I was soo excited that you were getting out. I prayed for a renewed attitude toward life but you fooled me again. No more.

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