At the age of 53, my little brother still lives with and off mom and dad(late 80's). He pays no rent, no utilities, and does no chores. Mom does his laundry and cooking, dad does his dishes. He's rude, disrespectful, and mentally/emotionally/spiritually abusive (there's non better).
I would drive 45 miles one way at least once or twice a week to see them. I would shop, cook, clean and fix or get anything they needed. Of course, everything I did was subject to the inspection and approval of lord M, when he rolled out of bed at 5 PM. And of course he never approved, because according to him I was only doing it to make him look bad.
'Bout a year and a half ago he challenged me, got in my face, said they didn't need me there, and slammed the door on me. I broke it down and after the ensuing fight, I gave my folks an ultimatum. Either enforce some discipline on him, make him leave when I visit, or I'm not going to visit anymore. Their response was to agree with everything I said about the situation, but that I could either learn to kneel and kiss the little lord's arse like they did or I could stay the heck away.
So I've been staying the heck away. And evidently my presence isn't being missed.
My prayers about this have been answered with the word that it will require the intervention of the first born son to break this oppression, who also acknowleges the situation, but his attitude is you're not gong to change them and he can't see it from his house. He's not saved, but laughingly enough all the other actors are, or claim to be.
Prayers are appreciated, advice just as much.
I would drive 45 miles one way at least once or twice a week to see them. I would shop, cook, clean and fix or get anything they needed. Of course, everything I did was subject to the inspection and approval of lord M, when he rolled out of bed at 5 PM. And of course he never approved, because according to him I was only doing it to make him look bad.
'Bout a year and a half ago he challenged me, got in my face, said they didn't need me there, and slammed the door on me. I broke it down and after the ensuing fight, I gave my folks an ultimatum. Either enforce some discipline on him, make him leave when I visit, or I'm not going to visit anymore. Their response was to agree with everything I said about the situation, but that I could either learn to kneel and kiss the little lord's arse like they did or I could stay the heck away.
So I've been staying the heck away. And evidently my presence isn't being missed.
My prayers about this have been answered with the word that it will require the intervention of the first born son to break this oppression, who also acknowleges the situation, but his attitude is you're not gong to change them and he can't see it from his house. He's not saved, but laughingly enough all the other actors are, or claim to be.
Prayers are appreciated, advice just as much.