My stupid, selfish, inconsiderate, little brother is such a AAHHHHHHH! I can't TAKE it anymore! Let me tell you the story...
William and I were sorting out our clothes (We share a room and Dad had just moved a 2nd dresser into our room) and I told Will to hang up his hat in the closet. He argued over the dresser being his, and I told him that he let me have it, and to stay off my side of the room. He said "Well, I need to be there to change!" I told him I was older and he could change in front of his dresser or in the bathroom. We were silent for a moment and I went back to folding my clothes. Then, out of the blue, William says: "Then why does Dad hate you?" I couldn't take it anymore and I started crying. I said: "He doesn't hate me, he calls me his little 'Peanut'!" Then, I told him that Dad only liked him best because he's the son. (He's the youngest and the only boy in a family of four kids.)
Let me brood in my little emo corner now. Got any advice to help me out with this?
queen ninty · Sat Apr 17, 2010 @ 11:13pm · 0 Comments |