Poor Guy
Visiting my brother this evening was a bit of a bummer. Instead of being able to envelope him in good naturedness, I couldn't hardly filter out his blahness. He told me my kids were being bratty. Not that it wasn't true or anything, he just usually isn't that blunt. Also, he kept telling me, "Yep. This is it." "This is what you'd see at 9 a.m. or 1 p.m. or 5 p.m. or midnight." I looked around at the TV blaring, the darkened room and mom sitting on the couch, and I didn't know what to say. I knew he was glad for company, but it doesn't take away the fact of the matter.He had been seeing this girl for the past six months seriously and for four months hanging out with the group and all before that. There are a whole plethora of posts I could publish about this girl, but I won't. From his point of view, she was his highschool sweetheart, and his first girlfriend. He treated her like a queen, and [from our point of views] she treated him like crap.
My own personal side note: I thought it would be the right thing to do to call this girl and let her know about my brother's wreck. I did so while we were at the hospital that day, and she had nothing to say to me regarding the matter. She also never went to the hospital, and she didn't call him until late the next night. Freak.
I found out today that she called my brother last night and broke the relationship off. Well, she said, "I just don't have the feelings for you I might have once had." So, with nothing left to say, they broke up. My brother is laying there with a fractured back, and this girl calls and does this. Okay.
Also, my brother is highly suspicious that this girl has been "hanging out" [i.e. "seeing"] this friend of his. Who so happens to be the guy who was driving the SUV the day of the wreck. Who also so happens to be the person who hasn't called to check on my brother and is obviously avoiding him altogether. Nice.
My dad is talking my brother into signing a claim to get compensated for doctor's bills, pain and suffering and other expenses (as in my mom having to take off work to care for him). I think some proverbial shit is about to hit some proverbial fan.
An insurance claim won't heal a broken heart.
So, I'm left with these burning questions: Do I snatch her eyeballs right out of her head like Uma did to Daryll in Kill Bill Vol. 2? Do I throw flaming sacks of dog poo at her front door? Do I simply burn her house down and be done with it?
[In case anything unfortunate happens to occur to this girl in the near future. That last paragraph was all in jest.]
