As I explained in the previous post, me and my brother were good friends starting out in early adulthood, and it continued that way for many years. The things I would put up with, that would probably end most friendships, I would forgive him for, and think that he didn't really mean to disrespect me by his actions, but now I know he's kept his resentment toward me, and blames me and everyone in his past for the way he is today, including our parents.
When I was 21, I got married. A few months later my wife had a baby boy. From then on, my life changed, and I was a proud father. I was working one full time job and two part time jobs at the time, and my credit was excellent, and I was able to afford a new car. I had an older car that I would drive to work, and I bought the new car so my wife could get around safely with our newborn. One day I get a call from my brother, he needs a place to stay for a while. Against my wife's wishes, I agree to let him stay with us, in our little 2 bedroom apartment. The only place we had for him to sleep was on the couch. One night, while I was sleeping, my wife woke me up, claiming our new car was gone, and my brother was gone too. I couldn't beleive it! I looked out the window, and the car was gone. I waited for a half hour, thinking he just went up to the store, but he wasn't back yet. I called my parents house to see if he went there, mabe to pick up some clothes, but he wasn't. He showed up an hour later, and me and my wife both let him know we didn't appreciate him taking our car without permission. He apologized, and as far as I know it didn't happen again. After a short period of time, he moved down to Texas with my parents. My dad's job transferred him down to Fort Worth, and I was free to continue my new family life. A couple of years later, me and my wife separated, and devorced a short time later. She found someone else that she worked with, while we were married, and ultimately married him. My finacial situation went to peices due to at this time I had only the full time job now, and she had a job making a little more than me, and now I couldn't make all the payments on the rent, car, and multiple credit cards. I filed bankruptcy, and lost my car. By this time, my dad was transferred to Indiana, and let me borrow one of his cars, and my brother asked to move back in with me. I let him, but I was still depressed about my divorce, and I stopped paying rent on my apartment, and was evicted. My uncle was nice enough to let me and my brother stay with him for a couple of months, until I could get back on my feet. While staying with my uncle, my dad asked me and my brother to move down to Indiana and stay with him and my mother, to help out with her care while she was dying of cancer. I quit my job I had for 10 months at the cable company here in Michigan, and my brother and I moved to Indiana. I worked most of my year and a half stay in Indiana, at Wendys and as a cable contractor, but my brother moved back to Michigan and stayed with my sister. My mom soon passed away, and I stayed a couple of months to help out my dad, and I worked and saved up enough money to move back to Michigan. My sister let me move in with her family, and I could not get my old job back, they said because I was gone for more than a year. My brother in law got me and my brother in at the job he worked at. About a year later I was able to get a job at another cable company. Not long after, I started seeing one of my sister's employees, and we both moved into an apartment together. The apartment was in her name because I still owed on my previous apartment. I payed for the rent, and she payed the utilities. For the first time in years I was happy. About a year later I got a call from my brother. "Can I stay with you for a while?"
Shortly after he moved in, my girlfriend left me, and I continued paying rent in her name, and stayed in the apartment. One day I came home from work and found an eviction notice on my door. My brother left his keys inside the apartment, and went in the leasing office and claimed he was me, and asked for a spare key. They checked the lease, and found only my x-girlfriends name on it and told him that I wasn't supposed to be living there, they weren't going to give him a key, and to expect a notice of eviction. So, we were kicked out of there. The best apartment complex I ever lived in. We put all of our belongings in storage I payed for, and moved temporarily into a friend's camper in his backyard. When winter came, I was able to move into an apartment on my own, and my brother moved in with his girlfriend. This time was the best few years I would have, because I was by myself. So peaceful. I would get my son on the weekends, and I had my car to myself, and even though child support kept me pretty much broke, I was happy again. No one but me and my son to worry about. Even though the tenants above me played loud music all day long, and walked loudly above my head, I found out later this was the only peace I would have for many years to come. The conclusion of this story will be in my next post, and it will be the most crazy experinces I have ever had, and expect to have in my life.
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