Well guess what…it seems I ruined Good Friday (2017) lunch because my brother and my cousin decided to say some shit to me, I was on to my second bottle of wine and I was sick of my brother’s rudeness from the night before and he and my cousin said some bullshit to me. My mum told me a month or so ago that my brother had been caught with drugs by police (I knew he was dealing drugs before he was caught but he doesn’t know I know, until now). So I went on the offensive and mum decided we’d go home because both my brother and my cousin were saying shit to me, my cousin because how much I’d drank (two bottles over the course of 2 hours and a half - I don’t get an opportunity to drink because of my work - and my brother because he just wanted to be rude. I asked him how the bouncer was because he’d actually been seen by a bouncer dealing the drugs and then the bouncer called the police.)
So, I ruined Good Friday lunch. In my defense, both my brother and cousin need to fuck off. My brother needs to tell my dad that he’s in trouble with the police. My cousin just needs to fuck off because she would get so drunk as well, if not more. I started crying in the car because I did know I shouldn’t have said anything. At the same time why should my mum be expected to keep everything inside. Of course she’d speak to me about my brother and of course I’d speak to my closest friend about it.
I’ve just tried to go to mass but my brother is driving so of fucking coursing he says no to me.
