I AM ALSO AN UNCLE
My youngest brother's ex-girlfriend had his baby on Friday. He came back to
my apartment today at about 6am and has been asleep on the couch since then. He
woke up briefly at about 5pm when I got back home from working out and the movies
(Casa de Mi Padre). We had the following short conversation.
Brother: You're an Uncle
Me: I heard
Brother: Oh you got the Email
Me: On Friday
Brother: It's a girl
Me: Cool
Brother: She has Down's Syndrome
Me: That Sucks
Brother went back to sleep.
I could have come up with a better response but I am still fuming over
finding what appears to be not one, but two, drug use pipes in my living room
while he was gone for 3 weeks, supposedly working out of town. I am honestly
trying to figure out whether or not I am going to throw him out. Admittedly
probably not the best time in his life for this to happen but He is a
recovering meth addict and I don't need this shit in my house. Because
when he gets short for money my shit will start disappearing again. I don't
know what else I could have said. There is nothing I can do to make the
situation better. I already told him a month ago that the kid is not to come in
my apartment. Mostly because my dogs have never been around a baby and I don't
know how they would react. I actually like kids. I just don't want to own any
and I am not doing any babysitting. Did that once. For about 3 years. Convinced
me I don't want my own kids. I believe in whippings and beatings to solve
problems and I don't want to be put in that position.
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