You should never snitch on your family especially twice. Some things you can't undo. Take it easy on the drugs and talk to your bf about everything youre feeling.
****yea its long I know but ur lil comment pissed me off. If u dont wanna read the whole thing dont, I bolded the part where I made my decision to call the cops
Woah... maybe I should have explained further. My brother wasnt the "Ima get high n chill" type.
Hes the full blown ima rob my family over and over and over again til my mom has to have the bank call her when checks get cashed type.
He has hit my mother wit his car, yes tryin to run her over.
He has stolen my car and crashed it, on purpose cuz I wouldnt give him money for drugs.
He has MADE ME DO HEROIN wit him n my cousin, forcibly.
He has tried to teach me what "being raped" would be like.
He has robbed one of my ex boyfriends house and car numerous times, when my xbf was letting him live there.
I have two younger siblings that watched this growing up.
Every single drug I have ever ever done has been either with him the first time or because he made me the first time.
My lil brothers first arrest was cuz of him.
My lil brother has an extensive "medical background" because he would use the lil ones name and info.
My lil bro has had to go to court cuz the older one has gotten arrested n used his name.
I got expelled from high school for "drug posession" that my brother put in my locker when he realized they were searching them that day.
I spent the better years of my adolescents sittin up next to him while he sleeps making sure hes still breathing.
He has stolen upwards of $10,000 dollars from just me.
I have brought tht kid to endless amounts of detoxes, half way houses, and hospitals, just to have to pick him up an hour later.
I lived homeless in the back of an alley wit him for 6 months cuz I couldnt leave him by himself.
He has lived in my car.
When I lived at a friends house I snuck him in n he slept on the bed while I slept on the floor.
He has made me get naked at a park and walk home naked before.
Ive snuck him in my mothers house when he was forbidden.
I have fed him, clothed him, n taken care of him for as long as I can remember. I would go to work n he would take my car.
Ive gotten him jobs before.
He is highly suicidal.
He once died for almost a minute til they brought him back.
He was in a coma for a lil while a different time.
One time I dropped him off at a hospital when he promised he was gonna go in n get help, only later to get a call that he was found face down in a puddle of mud not breathing. I was his medical emergency contact.
I have lost jobs because I chose to sit by his side til he woke up rather than go to work.
I once walked into a curves gym wit him to see if they had lockers n he stole the cash register, making me an acomplice.
The first time I gave a blow job was cuz he made me, not to him to this other kid, I was 12. He told me if I didnt he would tell my mom that I did.
I have gotten kicked out of my mothers house for helpin him out n being the only one to talk to him.
Thats not even half of it
You wanna know the last time I saw him...
I had been taking care of him, he was living in my car, i was staying at a friends house. He fuckin robbed my friends house when no one was home. All his stuff was in my car, along wit my valuables and I got into an accident one night, DUI, yea I was havin a few problems myself. When I told him, he didnt ask if I was ok, he freaked out that his shit was in an impound. I did what I had to do n then thats when I left and got married.
I came home n got a call that he was worse than ever, worse than everything I just fuckin wrote, how do u get worse? His next genius plan, kidnapping for ransom. He always had these "Great Plans" that never ever worked out. He was about to put some tiny fuckin baby in danger. All I could picture was my brother, this drugged out heroin/OC/sometimes crack/ whatever he could get addict, holding this innocent child somewhere in a dirty alley figuring out what to do next. NOT FUCKIN HAPPENIN. Sorry thats where I draw the line.
I did everything imaginable for him, everything in my fuckin power to keep him safe and try to get him off drugs. I put up with horrible torment from him. BUT HE WAS MY BROTHER, MY FAMILY, MY BLOOD. I couldnt turn my back on him. But at this point he had fallen as far as I could possibly let him go. I called the cops and told him where he was. I never said a word about the kidnapping ransom thing, but I knew he had an assault charge pending that he skipped out on and had a warrant.
He was picked up shortly after, mind you I talked to him before I called, n he was far beyond anything I had seen in him before. I couldnt talk him out of it. He told me the entire plan.
Not until later did my mother and sister find him on *my states*most wanted list for two separate crimes, but the same in nature. My mom made me call to "claim the reward"
After that call I avoided them for MONTHS. To the point that they were coming to my job. I kept saying I would meet them at a later date to do it. Finally, they threatened me with all that they threatened me with.
You know what hes doin now. Hes healthy as a horse. Completely clean for the firt time in over a decade. I can understand him when he talks. I dont get those awful 3am messages of gibberish where all u can hear is "Im gonna kill myself" He has been tryin to fix the relationships that he lost while all fucked up.
As for me, Im the fuckin asshole that turned him in, the entire family has turned against me. Im not allowed near the house, I cant call, I cant see my fuckin grandfather.
I dont give a fuck what anyone else wants to say. If you think that me turnin him in was wrong then keep ur opinion to urself.
I fuckin saved my brothers life, I probably saved that little babies life.
I am not wrong in what I did. N im sick of ppl callin me a snitch. Yea ok ima snitch but for a good fuckin reason.