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A young boy is happier now that he is living with his grandmother instead of with his family, who has been causing him nothing but grief.
I am settled in my new place. Living with my grandmother now; I had to get out of my own home: too much drama going on, too much stress. I couldn't take it any longer, so I made the decision to live with grandma.
I do think of my family; I think they are happier now that I am gone. I think they hate me; they'd much rather be with Tybee, my stupid brother, anyway. Now they have him all to themselves; they don't even have to worry about me.
Tybee was okay; he then fell into the family pool and was left severely brain damaged. He can't do anything for himself but sit there in his chair, shit in his diapers, make his awful inhumane noises, and rock back and forth. It's really pathetic. I look at him and I can't help but get sick to my stomach because I still think it is my fault that he ended up in this sad state.
I have been told to see a counselor. What for? I didn't push him into the pool; it was just an accident! I think counseling is nothing but a huge waste of time!
I don't hate my family, but I do hate how they treated me: like yesterday's news. I didn't matter to them; only Tybee mattered, and I couldn't take it any more.
There were times I wanted nothing more than to kill Tybee; he was nothing but a big thorn in my side; he still continues to be.
I don't know if I am going to go back home, but unless things change, there is no chance in hell that I ever will. I'd much rather be where I'm at anyway.
*To be continued.*
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"My Brother, The Veg.: Part Two."
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
10/31/2009 |
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| Oh how sad for this little boy, consumed by grief, guilt, and rejection.He needs therapy asap. Good write. Hugs, J'nia |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
10/30/2009 |
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| Counceling in the proper course of action to heal. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen |
10/28/2009 |
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Karen this young man has so much on his shoulders for one so young
In Christs Love
Michelle~ |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
10/28/2009 |
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Dear Karen, I'm moved again by the power of your pen. -gene.
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| Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle |
10/28/2009 |
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Poor little guy. Such a heavy load for such a young boy.
With Love,
Cindy |
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| Reviewed by Paul D Berube |
10/28/2009 |
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| Sad update, Karen. God bless. |
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| Reviewed by Emile Tubiana |
10/28/2009 |
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Dear Karen Lynn, My good friend, I can relate to your story. When it was a rainy day, my mom wanted me to go to school. My grandma knew my way to school, and she took me to her home instead until school time was over. Then she told me: "What can you learn in school?" I agreed with her at that time. Then she continued: "Are we not better here?" Of course I agreed with her. I was 5 years old. Thank you for sharing. Love Emile
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
10/28/2009 |
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I think you capture well what a child goes through in the home of a sibling who is severely disabled such as in this case. They often need twice as much care and understanding as the one who is disabled.
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
10/28/2009 |
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Karen,
Those that say they don't need counseling are usually the ones who need it the worst. So much anger! So much sadness in this young boy! Very well penned. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by kg cummings |
10/28/2009 |
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this series tears me up. the boy needs serious counseling as he waffles back and forth about how he feels between love and hate, guilt and denial. Very well constructed and heart rending.
Hugs, your florida friend, Kathy |
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