I am convinced my brother is autistic. I was never told this straight up. My mom who is deceased never told me that but there is no doubt, he’s an oddball. Both in our late 40’s. I’m just doing the math. I don’t think it’s full on autism, but I believe he is autistic on some level and I’m finding it really f****** difficult to be around him lately. Not even just lately, for a LOOOOOONG time. Apartment mates. I always just s*** s*** up and absorb everything that simply pisses me off, really pisses me off, because if I critique him he loses most mental s*** and doesn’t stop. He gets out of control, can’t control himself, makes a fool out of both of us. and he’s always wromg but it’s getting really really f****** difficult to just s*** it up as of late. He is clueless and oblivious to everything in life. I can tell he is one of those people who cant read other people. I can’t count on him to back me up in any way. I can’t count on him to just shut up and not tell people certain things he shouldn’t be telling people. I freak the f*** out on him, like today… I bought a couch. A nice couch. I never told anyone about it, I don’t talk about s*** with people I work with, your coworkers are not your friends, my life, whether it be what the f*** I ate for dinner last night or when I took a piss, or when I bought a couch, is not something I want people knowing. I don’t want anyone knowing I have an extra $1000 to drop on a couch. Sure enough, the guy he gotta ride in with, the guy I have told him not to EVER discuss me with no matter how insignificant it may seem, countless times COUNTLESS times the biggest mouth in the world who needs to know everything about everyone “so I hear you bought a couch…” Yeah “You know what you do with the old one?…” I didn’t say it but “yeah I do… You drag the old mother fucker out to the garbage bin and you leave it there… That’s what you do… It’s a piece of grabbed love seat that doesn’t weight much. I told him we need to drag it down there. He thinks its heavy. It’s not heavy, it’s not big, I’m tempted to drag the f****** down there myself right now, just to prove a point when he gets home. Retard.

I think I have finally had it with this guy. He’s holding me back in more ways than one. If it wasn’t for me, he would be flipping burgers or making people’s coffee IF he could even get that. He is working a job he got based on MY reputation. My back. He holds me back, I gave him everything he f****** has and I try to show him the correct way to live and be but he just doesn’t get it. What kind of a man, does not have a driver’s licence at 45? That’s your first step into manhood. The first step. This mother fucker is hopeless. I try to show him by example how to be a man, something my mother was not capable of doing, but he just doesn’t get it.