Mar. 23, 2005
evile  wrote,
@ 2005-03-22 10:55:00 
Current mood: 	blank 
The phone calls last night from both brothers? You 	called it--useless 
pointless drama!
Several months ago, 	The Pig insisted on moving them into an apartment 
that didn't 	take pets. The problem with that is that my brother [brother A] 
had 	a dog at the time, who was pretty much a member of the family & 	
her children loved, bla bla.
The dog was a pretty pitiful 	specimen--[brother A] adopted him when he was 
living in New 	Mexico, living with a woman who had several dogs, and 
the dog 	grew up roaming free over several acres with about 4 other 
dogs. 	When [brother A] moved him to Austin, he was an only dog in a house 	
and a backyard. He was scared to go outside, he was scared to be 	on a 
leash, he was pretty miserable until he moved to San 	Antonio and the 
children became his new pack.
The Pig was 	making noises that sounded to me like she was going to 
get the 	dog put down, and then of course that could be a nice big 	
guilt-chip to play against [brother A] anytime things got bad. 	You know she 
would have found some way to twist it around and 	make it [brother A]'s fault.
So in desperation & perhaps 	an attempt at making common cause with my 
brother sineater and 	his wife, I asked for their help to find the dog a 
home. Turns 	out that they have a neighbor with 4 or 5 dogs, and 
acreage, so 	we talked among ourselves, and worked out a plan with 
[brother 	A], he would bring the dog to my aunt & uncle's in Austin, and 	then 
sineater would stop by and pick up the dog and take him to 	Rockdale and 
the cool neighbors.
sineater and his wife 	[told me that they] told my brother [brother A] that this 
was a 	permanent situation, that the neighbors were adopting the dog, 
and 	[brother A] agreed, apparently feeling at that time that a live dog 	you 
can visit is better than nothing.
I made contact with 	the neighbor lady, promising to pitch in for vet 
expenses. She 	took him in for a checkup later that week, got him 
caught up on 	shots, and turns out the dog was riddled with heartworms.
I 	sent off a money order, the dog was treated, and a couple days 	
later he disappeared. Heartworm medicine is poison, and the dead 	
worms can clog the veins and arteries and kill an animal...I 	fear the 
worst, but I don't really know.
A couple months 	after that, [brother A] started calling sineater and talking 
like 	he wanted the dog back. sineater didn't know what to say, so didn't 	
say anything.
Apparently, it was decided by my mom and 	stepdad that it would be 
better to tell [brother A] that the dog 	was dead, rather than disappeared.
And apparently sineater 	told [brother A] last night that very thing. So that 
went over 	badly and now sineater and [brother A] are both calling me.
I 	have no doubt that it will all become my fault, and the dogs 	
disappearance/death will be on my hands. I find it rather hard 	to 
care, honestly. And I'm not calling either of them back. I 	get to be 
the big bag of shit no matter what I do, so may as 	well make the 
least amount of 	effort.
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nikiyoy 	
2005-03-22 19:09 (link) Select 
*hugs* ....It's sad that they 	need to find things to have drama 
about.. it seems like they are 	scraping the barrel here. 
bramblekite 
2005-03-22 	20:50 (link) Select 
Good timing on all of that--my aunt & 	her friend are going to San 
Antonio for the day today, were 	going to drop by the apartment 
(management of which STILL 	doesn't allow pets, BTW, so why the HELL 
is this coming up 	now??) to drop off easter baskets for the children 
and run...now 	that will turn into a "how could you do that to my dog, 
how 	could you let THEM do that to my dog? wah wah!" session if my 	
Aunt isn't careful. (she got a psych degree, she can take care 	of 
herself. I'm not too worried)
And of course my stepdad 	is in Houston Monday-Wednesday trying like 
hell to get his 	mother's legal affairs and bills and whatnot in order 
so he 	isn't going to want to hear all of this hysterical phone 
calling 	from his sons over the damn dog.
And of course either/both 	brother may know that Mom and stepdad are 
planning a nice 	stress-free couple of days at my house, so let's go 
ahead and 	ruin THAT too while we're at it...
AND ITS ALL evilE'S 	FAULT!!!!!
Fuck. Me. Runnin.
onyxlynxx 
2005-03-22 	20:51 (link) Select 
*hugs* No good deed seems to go unpunished 	with this group.
yup 
bramblekite 
2005-03-22 20:58 	(link) Select 
Sometimes the only sane response is withdrawal.
I 	am cleaning house & enjoying the sun and breezes; this too shall 	
pass.
kulilinei 
2005-03-22 21:09 (link) Select 	
Sounds like a script from the Fox TV series "Arrested 	Development"... 
***hugs***
ya know 
bramblekite 	
2005-03-22 22:41 (link) Select 
I wondered why I disliked 	that show so much...
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evile (bramblekite) wrote,
@ 2005-03-22 21:30:00 
Current 	mood: crappy 
It is as I assumed it would be: a Situation 	created in which my 
brother [brother A] feels betrayed by his 	birth family and cuts them out of 
his life. It didn't have to be 	the dog, it would have been something 
else if that hadn't been 	so convenient.
I got a call from [brother A] on my home 	answering machine about 6pm 
(luckily we were not home--on our 	way to dinner with Peglegasus at the time) 
and the gist of it is 	"You've been making assumptions and talking 
behind my back, 	I don't want you or anyone else in my family involved 
with me 	anymore. Don't call me. I am not speaking to you anymore" 	
(more swear words than that, but there ya go.)
Interestingly, 	"Skye" called both my cell (with her cell--that's 
NEVER 	happened before) and also left a message on the home phone 
sometime 	after [brother A]'s call and before I got home this evening 9-
ish. 	"just wanting to check in"...this woman NEVER EVER calls 	me. 
EVer. She has sineater call me to ask me stuff for her; I 	think this is 
the second time in the entire time she's been with 	sineater that she has 
actually picked up a phone and called me 	with her own hands.
I suspect that whatever conversation 	[brother A] and sineater had last night 
(and maybe another one 	today?), I got painted in a very unsavory 
light, indeed, thanks 	to the helpful background noise of Symmastia 	
NightmareScreecher.
So that puts me down one brother, and 	if I don't jump through the 
next hoop very carefully, I suppose 	I'll be on the outs with both of 
them.
Then again, 	inaction seems to be gaining me as much or more than 
actually 	doing anything or calling anyone, so really, why should I 
actually 	WORK at being the bad guy in all of this ridiculous garbage?
I 	called my Aunt this evening, and she said that [brother A] called 	her 
earlier and started yelling and swearing at her (while 	holding 
rubber_pig's newborn) and since she didn't want to hear 	it, and didn't 
think it was good for the baby to hear all of 	that, she hung up.
Apparently, my mom & stepdad were 	going from his mom's house in 
Houston to San Antonio so my 	stepdad could see the baby on Thursday, 
and then to Austin to 	stay with me Thursday evening, Friday, and then 
leave Saturday 	morning. Now, thanks to me, the dog-killer, Stepdad is 
no longer 	welcome in their home and can't see the baby.
I love how this 	is all my fault. They were going to take the goddamn 
dog to the 	fucking pound, and I at least saw to it that the dog's 
last days 	were in an environment where he was comfortable, happy, 
running 	with a pack, well-cared-for by people, etc.
*sigh*
In 	the good news, I am almost done cleaning house. The master bath 	
needs some work, the kitchen still needs mopped & swept 	(that's for 
tomorrow evening), and hopefully Sweetie will at 	least get his stuff 
that is on the dining table put away so Mom 	& stepdad will have a 
place to sit and have coffee, or 	whatever, while they're here.
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