“What would we do without him?”

“What would we do without him?” You say, while also talking about how he needs to move out and be more independent, yet taking over $200 out of his account for “rent and utilities.”

How is he supposed to be able to afford a real apartment rent of $750 plus utilities when you’re taking his money like it’s normal.

He buys you groceries.

Tithes $90.

“Treats” you to breakfast, lunch, dinner more than once a week.

And then you have him pay “rent and utilities.”

When did he stop being your son and started being your second bank account?

He does your laundry, cleans the house, and give his money away like it’s nothing because that’s all he’s known since he was barely 16. The man is 29 now and you’re still treating him like he’s a teenager at his first job.

You wonder why he talks to himself, has high blood pressure, and zero confidence. Look at yourself for once and stop acting like you’d be nothing without him. You both work, we’re able to afford the house before he started working, you made it work, but now, all you want to spend your money on is luxuries.

“Oh, my iPad glitched, better get a new one!”

“ugh, I don’t like my phone, better get a different one!”

“Oh! This new $60 video game is out! I’m gonna get it!”

“Time for a new game system!”

“Time for a new smart tv, FOR THE BEDROOM!”

Stop it. Just STOP IT!

While she was drunk when she said it, grandma was right. He is nothing but a slave to you guys.

I am so happy I got out when i did. I saw how horrible my life would have been if I stayed and became your 3rd bank account.

When I wasn’t looking for a new job because I new it was pointless to have a new full time job for a mere two months before moving an hour away, you were going crazy because you couldn’t use me anymore.

When I told you to no longer count me as a dependent since I was married and moved out, you threw a fit because you lost more money; that’s how taxes work, get over it.

So, what would you do without my brother? Come back to reality or die because you can’t face the truth. You entitled pos.