The Blame Game

Well, my brother did not turn himself in last night. Now the excuse is that he wants to wait until after July 4th so he can watch his son pop fireworks. HUH? I suppose it will always be one excuse after another. He has also chosen to stay "hidden out" for the rest of the week, because he is afraid they will come to his house and arrest him if he goes home. So again he has left a mess for someone else to clean up. How many bridges can you burn in your life before there are none left to cross?

So my mom called last night to update me on his decision, and she has already gone to the trailer he is renting to try and get some of HER stuff. I told her I would help her today get my nephew's stuff out of there. I refuse to move all of my brother's things. When I got off the phone with her, I was furious that my brother ran away from his responsibilities, yet again and expects my mom to go clear out his place!

So I pick up the phone and call him. I asked him, "What happened, I thought you were gonna turn yourself in today?" Instantly, the yelling began. His favorite tactic? The BLAME GAME. The Rules? #1 Never allow someone to tell you what you are doing wrong. #2 It is never your fault, always someone else's. Of course, he tried to say the only reason he was going to jail was because we wouldn't take him or loan him a vehicle to go to his court appearance on Monday. I stood my ground. I explained that it is not MY responsibility or my mom's to make sure he gets to his appointments. I also told him I would not enable him to continue in breaking the law in any way. He does not have a driver's license (it's been revoked twice) and he wanted to drive my mom's car to another city. (My mom's car is in my husband's name) So if he were to get pulled over or thrown in jail after the court hearing, my mom's car would be impounded or left 40 miles away for us to go get. Worse yet, what if he has a wreck in it or does something illegal while driving it? No way, he can be mad all he wants about that.

So everytime I tried to tell him something he didn't want to hear, he hung up on me. After the cussing, screaming, telling me to stay out of his *#@$!@!#* life. He never tells me to stay out of his life when he needs something from me.

I want to protect my precious nephew at all costs. I don't want to see him grow up with a father who shuns responsibility, smokes crack, blames everyone else for his problems and uses his own child to get what he wants. My emotions are a mess today. Praise God for my best friend, I chatted with her online throughout the ordeal last night. She understands and has lived through this with several of her family members. I prayed last night for God to protect him while he was out on the streets or wherever he ended up last night. I prayed, I cried, and then cried some more. Not a lot of sleeping.

I saw a verse on my calendar just now that I must claim and carry out no matter what. "I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus" Philippians 3:14