One of the many reasons why I am not involving myself in the Merde Maelstrom is the fact that at a time when I was financially devastated, the only way I could convince my brother to help me would be to PAY HIM.
My shitty Escort needed new rotors, and I didn't have a dime to my name, and he was single and living with our parents and working in a well-paying transit job, and he had the connections to get the rotor for me (perhaps at cost) and he could have done the repair for gratis, too, to HELP; but no. I had to elicit the help of the former brother-in-law of a first cousin of our mom, to get me the rotors for cost, and I had to drive to Paterson to pick them up, and then I had to drive an hour so my brother could do the repairs.
And just when my life was on the verge of about to improve, and I needed some help moving some things from my home in Morristown NJ to Westchester, I had to pay him $300 (FOR HIS TIME). And in doing so, to add insult to injury, the YentaBeast had wiggled her way into this particular day. She wasn't invited. It was not a social call. This had nothing to do with her, plus, in doing so, her presence also immediately impacted how we were going to be able to transport the items I needed moved.
We arrive in Westchester and move everything in, and the Maharajah had catered in a lunch from PF Changs--Chinese food, and nothing too adventurous. And rather than sitting down to eat and being POLITE, and acting as if this particular day was all about HER, she blurts out, "Oh, I only eat normal food." WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS.
My mistake here was that I didn't know her well enough to assert myself. Despite her rudeness, I wanted to accommodate them, since my brother did move my stuff for me (FOR A PRICE). We went to a diner, and that was the first and very last time I ever had my brother and the YentaBeast in my home.
There's a Maya Angelou quote kicking around the internet these days, "When someone reveals who they are, you owe it to yourself to take notice."
Here endeth the first encounter.
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