Last night, hubby and I tried to go to bed earlier because we were both exhausted, but it didn’t happen.
My brother-in-law called completely wasted and was asking for his camcorder back. You know, completely logical importance after midnight. (eyeroll) He was nearby playing beach volleyball so he wanted to meet up for a drop off.
Hubby calls me about 15 mins later, he’s following his brother home, because he was being a stubborn jackass and had to drive home. He’d already gone up over the curb and crossed the center line. We hang up and I call his fiance’ and let her know what’s up. Girl code.
She’s pissed and tells me about how she has a mid-term in the morning and she had specifically asked him not to get sloppy drunk because he would need to let their puppy out in the middle of the night so that she could get a good night’s sleep. She says that she’s not sure what’s been going on with him lately.
Hubby calls me on his way home and tells me about how he tried the big brother thing and was talking some sense into him when his brother blurted out:“I am financially stable and I don’t care what anybody thinks about me.”
My brother in law has all the materialistic things one could hope for. A new house, a beautiful fiance’, a cute puppy, a great job, a college education, and a new Harley ,but having good looks, an education, and nice things to decorate yourself and your dwelling, doesn’t make you exempt from responsibility.
And I really want to clarify something to anybody who might read this because it seems to be an ongoing trend of thought…
No matter who you are and what you do, you are accountable for your own actions, especially when you hurt other people.