I would go as far as to say I don’t like my brother.

I honest s*** it up and suppress it constantly. Patience. Understanding at all times. All day every day when I want to explode. Over seemingly nothing. His sloth like slowness in every movement. Taking 3x longer than it would take ANYONE else to do ANYTHING whether it be taking off his f****** shoes, do opening a g******* door.

I have learned the art of patience from being around this f****** guy. I could work in a place where I hate everyone and not express it in any way. S*** it up.

With this guy, I expect very little. One of those the it’s is SHUT YOUR G******* MOUTH!

I remember getting into it with him one time going into work. I was injured. I can’t remember if it was when I tore something in my chest in agony, or fucked up my hand so badly, I could not even use that hand, but I said to him “I don’t think I’m going in today”. And at this time he would miss work often taking it. Not sick. I would brush it off with a simple “Phft!… What ever…” I said I wasn’t going in, he threw such a f****** fit, talking like my injury, serious injury, whatever it was, this is a physical job, he was talking like I’m a b****, might have even called me a b****, he countered with “well if you aren’t going in, neither am I” so with that I caved and went in anyway. We got into it, on The way in, IN MY CAR, arguing, a d he was getting crazy. After we pulled out he’s telling me to pull over, let him out, he’ll take a cab. I argued, you can’t do that, people at work will be wondering what the f***? They’ll know something is up