My brother just started ANOTHER job because he got fired from ANOTHER job. He just can't seem to keep one. None of them have been very high paying jobs. He makes around $18,000 a year. Part of me feels sorry for him and the other half is secretly happy he doesn't make much money. I know....that sounds so bad.
I just remember once when I was around 14 and he was 17 and he and I had gotten into an argument about something. I don't remember what. I just remember standing outside my mom's bedroom door and hearing him tell mom that he KNEW I was going to end up barefoot and pregnant living in a shack in a holler with a drunk husband and would never leave West Virginia. As if I wasn't intelligent enough to do anything with my life and he was so much better than me. (My brother is very very smart scholastically. He's been in the Governor's Honors Academy 3 times.)
Anyway that made me so MAD. I remember it to this day. I think it is one of the things that drives me even now. So when I think about the fact that he went to college for 5 years and has a degree...and I didn't go to college and make more money than him and got out of West Virginia and he didn't...well...the little devil on my shoulder tells me it's justice for the mean things he used to say about me. I never understood why. I was a good kid. I wasn't the genius he was but I always did well in school.
I love my brother and I feel bad that he's struggling so much right now.