My brother used to be my best friend.
He is two years younger than I am but in high school we were in the same social circle. We would go to parties together, hang out together, and watch out for each other.
We have been through a lot together. When our parents first got divorced and my mom moved us into a very rough neighborhood we stuck together.
My brother once punched one of my boyfriends in the face for calling me some choice words. If someone would mess with me he would take care of it.
Over the past year our bond has been broken and everything has unraveled. I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it.
It All Started With………
The new girlfriend.
She and my brother started dating almost a year ago. When they started seeing each other she had just got released from an 18 month prison stay for selling heroin.
She is 22 years old has 3 kids by two different dads and is an ex-addict of all sorts. Not exactly the type of girl I had hoped my brother would end up with.
But, the thing about my brother is that when it comes to dating he is pretty shallow. And, this girl was hot. (No lie, she is very pretty, not someone you would look at and think has been in prison.)
I wouldn’t give her a fair chance at first. I wanted nothing to do with her and I didn’t want my brother to have anything to do with her either. She was bad news.
Fast forward a couple of months and we ended up hanging out a couple of times. I decided that I did like her, I would give her a chance, and I was embarrassed for being so quick to judge.
Boy, was I dumb.
A few months after them being together I noticed that my brother was looking pretty bad. His face looked sunk in and he just didn’t look or act like his old self.
My brother has one son of his own.
Now he was living in a house with four toddler to preschool aged kids. At first I thought the way he was acting could be due to insanity from being stuck in a small house with so many kids running around, screaming, fighting, and crying.
My gut feeling told me they were into something bad, but who really knows, right?
The First Incident
When I was fixing up the trailer I gave a friend $500 to put in the flooring for me. He took my money and barely did any work. Luckily I backed up his loan with collateral. I had his Thompson Contender pistol with four barrels.
My brother loved the gun. He begged and begged me to sell it to him. But he had no money and wouldn’t pay me what I had in it.
I comprised with him and let him hold onto it and shoot it until I did decide to sell it.
Deciding to Sell
One evening I decided I was ready to sell the gun and was going to list it on the local Facebook yard sale buy, sell, trade guns page.
I walked over to my brother’s house (who lives next door) to get it. I told him I wanted it back. He said that’s fine but he doesn’t have it on him right now.
Ok, well where is it? I thought.
Something in me already knew where it was and, I was right.
He confessed. He had sold it to my grandma’s gun store for $225 so that he could buy party decorations and a slip ‘n’ slide for his girlfriend’s daughter’s birthday!!!!
He sold MY gun that I have $500 dollars in for $225. Now I was stuck with four barrels that were completely useless without the gun. And he sold MY gun.
I was livid. I went to my grandma’s store and bought the gun back for $225. (Now I had $725 in this gun.) I didn’t talk to my brother for two weeks.
When I finally ended up talking to him he agreed to pay me the $225 back at income tax time. He receives his income tax check a couple of weeks later, pays me back, and I forgive him.
He learned his lesson, right?
There’s more to the story. Monday I will finish and let you know what else happened. From what I’ve told you today would you be so quick to forgive? What would you do?