Fate finds you wicked.

I was having a pretty decent day until Ricky got home, I gotta tell ya.

He came screaming into the house, plopped down on my bed, smelling like a dumpster because he never showers, and then said something unimportant, because I don't remember it.

He proceeded to ask repeatedly, at the top of his lungs from the kitchen, whose cake was in the cake holder.
I was not going to reply to that, because my voice hurts a lot today.
Finally, Mom said it was the one I made for Trevor. Ricky said, "Gross", and then I heard nothing.

Mom went back outside to do more work on Ed.
When she came back in, Ricky tried to drop some knowledge on how Ed shouldn't be doing this, how Mom should stop this, how blah blah blah.
Mom told him what Grandpa had told her to do, and Ricky shut up fast about whatever bullshit he'd been spewing only moments before.

Then, he asked if he should take the car.
In my fucking opinion, he's the one who royally fucked Ed in the first place, and after the definitive promise on Sunday that he'd NEVER touch her again, I think the answer should have been no.
Mom's simple response was, "Cayla has work".
Ricky argued for about five minutes on how he could just drop me off, etc etc, and Mom said no.
What I didn't know is that Ricky had the car yesterday for his choir concert, and afterwards when they all went out to eat.

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

This is just beyond me.
But I can't say anything about it, because it's "none of my business".

HOW CAN YOU LET AN IMBECILE WHO DOES EVERYTHING WRONG REPEATEDLY USE THE ONLY CAR WE HAVE?

He has no remorse for it whatsoever.

In fact, he found a way to blame me for it today.

"Whatever, Grandpa should stop spending money on Cayla and buy me a car. Two grand on Cayla for school is bullshit. She's never going to really do anything with her life. She's just using his money up to waste more time doing nothing."

Yep.
My brother.

The one who has failed classes repeatedly, gotten suspended form school too many times to count, has three misdemeanors on his record, constantly disrespects everyone on the planet, is so stupid and blind that he always thinks he's right no matter how wrong he is.

The same one who punches holes in walls and then gets mad at Mom and says she made him do it.

The same one who took the car for two days and drove her around without an ounce of fluid in her and wouldn't bring it home.

The same one who left the car on the side of the road because he was mad at her for dying on him, and then didn't tell anyone, and ignored his calls for the rest of the night.

The same one who doesn't do his laundry, and doesn't clean his room, and calls everyone a nigger.

Yes.
The same exact one who has broken multiple phones, and simply sticks out his hand for a new one and usually gets it.

Ricky asked for a snowboard and snowboarding gear for Christmas.
And that's what he got.
I asked for a Kindle.
I didn't get anything.

I stopped asking for things once Ricky hit puberty.
Because for some reason, Mom will buy him anything and everything to get him to shut up.

But somehow, he's realized that I'm an evil villain who is just taking Grandpa's money to go through college for no damn reason.

It all makes so much sense now.

If this situation doesn't improve by the time we start moving...
I don't know if I'll be going anywhere.