Day three, still irritable. Woke up at 11:30 only to hear more BS from my Mom.
"I pity your brother because he has to keep going to the garden to help pick potatos."
"Mom, he eats 3/4 of them…"
Then came even more of Mom's defending my brother, talking him up. Blah, blah, blah, he does so much, blah, blah, blah, he's the only one your Dad can count on, blah, blah, blah, nothing we do is ever enough, we're the only two who never get treated right unlike you who doesn't have to do anything and is his favorite, blah, blah, blah, poor me and my poor baby boy.
I mainly stayed quiet because nothing she said is anything new which means that it's a rehearsed bit that she fully believes is truthful that you will never talk her out of believing.
I love picking potatoes. Especially since I hate dirt, had no say in how many were planted if any, and won't get to eat any of the said potatoes he wants me to pick. My family will eat them, my brother eating approximately 4 servings a day, every day because mashed potatoes are the only type of potatoes he'll eat so that's all Mom cooks 99% of the time. Sort of like how my Dad will only eat creamed corn so that's all we have for a vegetable every day, too.
Here's the best part – my older half brother who is about 37 years old will probably get about half of the potatoes as well. My Dad won't say so because we hate his wife because he and the little whore were flirting up a storm that resulted in them moving out of our rented property and into their own double wide trailer down the road something like 7 years ago. So yeah, Dad is planting twice the amount of food we need for the sole purpose of giving a vast majority of it to my other brother and his wife. And I gotta help pick it while Mom pities my brother – who is also eating them – for having to help and my older brother doesn't have to help at all.
My older half brother typically doesn't do anything to help my Dad despite being so close by and never tries to talk to anyone or help with anything. I gave up on talking to him a year or two ago. We're both adults, I'm not chasing after him like a stupid little kid anymore. Mind you, he doesn't get yelled at or insulted for not helping, my Dad thinks up reasons for why he can't be bothered.
He also wants to send my Mom, brother, and I up to his late mother's nursing home to pick up a chair he had bought her a few years ago. At first he didn't want it because "looking at it made him think of his mother" despite the fact that she was never any kind of mother and his aunt raised him. Now he wants it but when Mom said that if she goes and gets it she'll keep it, he got mad meaning that he either wants us to get it to give to his uncle or he wants to give it to my older brother.
I just told Mom I won't have time. I'm leaving the 31st, I'm not going up there on the 30th to load up some chair for someone else after picking rows and rows of potatoes for other people to eat that I didn't want to plant. I am soooooo out of here.