I was wrong. Family is not just a pain in the ass, but a pain in the head. I came within two inches of dying on Easter Sunday when my brother smashed a heavy ceramic mug just over my temple. Three staples, a ton of Lidocaine, and a partially shaved head later, I have re-evaluated my relationship with my brother… and my mother.
My brother has a lot of problems. One of them is I have never raised a hand to him in anger. I realize some of his bad behavior over the years could have been nipped in the bud by a sound beating. Too late now. I am not going to jeopardize my license to carry by beating up my brother these days. He is beyond hope and no longer in my life. Bill is bipolar, and has a slew of prescriptions that keep him on an even keel. Bill has made the conscious choice to alter his dosages and timing of medications in order to keep him “up” or “down,” — when he runs out of uppers. This is a classic failing of my brother – he thinks he is so much smarter than everyone else. That he is smarter than doctors at prescribing psychoactive drugs. It is because of his decision to modify his prescriptions that I will no longer have him in my life.
I understand that some doctor might not have all the answers, and more than once they have been flat wrong. My opinion is that they might not get the dosages perfect, but over time you work with your doctors to tweak meds to the right level. Everyone is different, and these things need to be fine-tuned to an individual. In other words the prescriptions are close, they just need to be continually evaluated as new drugs become available, and as his body adjusts to the medications and develops resistances.
A quick aside. If you think that this is not a condition that needs treatment, then you are wrong. He has been diagnosed with this for almost ten years, and I have been there for the highs and the lows. I suspect his early drug use is the primary cause for this, but I only have a single case as proof.
My mother has clearly chosen my brother as her favorite. Deep down I always knew this, but I never had to face it consciously. Sunday night I did a lot of thinking, and there was no way I was not going to re-evaluate my life and my relationship with those closest to me. My brother, Bill, has always been in trouble in school, with drugs and alcohol abuse, and a few run-ins with the law. He has dominated my mother’s attention, where I have always been independent. I do not blame her, I hold no negative emotions about this realization of an obfuscated fact.
Easter dinner started off normally, with my brother 45 minutes late. Ham, homemade Mac n Cheese, and asparagus. after dinner we had cheesecake and lemon pound cake with tea. This is when Bill started to “race,” very much like a meth addict right after a hit. He was very animated, and twitchy. He was mad at me because I did not pay him to watch my dogs ahead of time when I had to go down to Florida to help my mother clean out my Uncle’s condo. She is his guardian, and Bill had just gotten a job (after 5+ years of unemployment) and had no time available for vacation.
While traveling back and forth to care for my dogs, he got into an accident with a borrowed car. This is obviously my fault. From there the argument got heated, and he snapped and went after me. I’m a big guy, and I could easily keep him from hurting me. Mum claims that it is my fault because I was “egging him on.” That was round one.
Round two opened up when he took a swing at me and I easily deflected it and grabbed him by his shirts and collars and began lifting him off the ground with one arm. Adrenaline does wonders, he’s about 200 pounds. With my right hand cocked back I was going to drill him in his melon. He started yelling “Not in front of Ma.” I hesitated and let him go, pushing him away from me.
More yelling and I breached the unspoken taboo. I mentioned the fact that he has mooched over $10,000 of of Mum. He grabbed me again, and this time LTC be damned, I was going to beat his ass. Mum knew I was going to deck him, and was pulling on my right arm. When I turned to untangle my arm he smashed a heavy ceramic coffee mug over my head, just missing my temple.
Mum helped me stop the bleeding enough for me to drive myself to the hospital. Bill was crying and smashing things in the other room while we stopped the bleeding yelling he was sorry. Sorry he tried to kill me. I call bullshit. He is a moocher, right out of the pages of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. He is my Enemy, and will be treated as such. I’m not going to ever go on the offensive, but there is no way I will let my guard around him for a split second.
In the phone conversations with Mum afterwards, along with how she didn’t even offer to drive me to the hospital has shown me exactly where I stand in this family. Mum yelled at me for antagonizing him, for mentioning how he stole all that money from her. How he did do a bunch of work around the house. To sum my mother’s position:
- I am at fault for antagonizing him.
- I am selfish.
- He has a disease and deserves a break.
- Blood is thicker than water.
- I am acting like a baby, and need to grow up.
- I don’t do enough for the family.
- All I care about is money.
For anyone who has read the blog for a while you know that these are not true. One point I would like to discuss further is this idea that “Blood is thicker than water.” I have a half-sister somewhere in the area of Washington D.C. She is a blood relative, but has never tried to contact me. I have tried to find her, but she changed her last name after her mother, my step-mom, remarried after divorcing my deadbeat father. If she showed up on my doorstep, am I obligated to cause financial hardship to myself to help her just because she is a “blood relative?” For this thought-experiment, this would be a significant (for you) amount of money. Like everything in your bank accounts, and a cash advance on one credit card.
The reason is irrelevant. There are those who would say yes. There are those who would do it for a complete stranger, but I’m not one of those people.
Relationships are not forged by blood, but by shared experiences and more importantly, hardships. If your family is involved in your life, then there are naturally more experiences to build deeper bonds. But if they are distant, like in mine, then you wind up with closer bonds to your friends than your family.
If Bill felt blood was thinker than water, then the use of a deadly weapon on me, his blood brother, would never have happened.He has no regard for anyone else but himself, as demonstrated by his “drama show” to keep Mum’s attention on him, instead of the person in need of medical attention.
As part of your preparations, I urge you to review who you can and cannot depend on now, before any crisis. I’m not suggesting you turn anyone but your inner circle away from your door, but to keep an eye on them and make sure they have a positive influence on your life. In the many crises we will face in the future, these outer circle friends and family might prove themselves and change in ways you could not even imagine now. But then again, there will be those, like my brother Bill, who need to be turned away now.



