Recently I have gotten some pressure from my mom to call my bro and ask him to help me. He feels cut out of my life and he "just wants to help any way he can". After a hot summer, husband was feeling sick and went to haul trash (the co we paid to haul trash stopped coming to our end of the road about 9 mos ago) and got really sick. I suggested we call my bro and ask him if he would help us haul off the can to a dumpster and get it all dumped out. Bro has my mother's van (and my father's pickup and 2 trucks of his own and 2 cars of his own - and only my mom's van actually runs cause he broke the others!) ad can pull a trailer behind it. We have permission to use the dumpsters at our church for trash. Bro called back after I left a very nice message on his machine. He spoke to Jessie while husband was on the couch right by her. She said that I called to ask if he would help husband with our trash. Then bro spoke to husband. Bro refused to help and gave a 20 minute lecture about how he is so busy working 2 jobs and how he has a system that involves sorting through his trash 3 or 4 times to and then hauling it off. He has his daughter only half the time, and is usually gone at work so he doesn't have much trash. Then after flat out REFUSING to help and LECTURING my husband, bro tells him not to hesitate to call if we need any help, anything at all! So I thought that took big brass ones, ya know? Then I got a call on Monday from my mom. She is at a friend's timeshare with Tyler. My aunt had spoken with bro. Bro is all hurt and upset because husband DEMANDED that he come and haul our trash away weekly. That husband blamed bro for the garbage can being too full because bro didn't haul it regularly. NEVER has bro been asked to haul our garbage. We even offered to PAY him to haul it off this time. We have never asked this. None of us demanded anything. My mom was LIVID. She said all sorts of nasty things about my husband. Mostly because my bro told her nasty things because he doesn't like my husband. Bro is hurt because we don't have him over for dinner. We don't have ANYONE over for dinner. The house is just too big a wreck. And I am not really up for company. I cannot believe that once again I fell into the pressure to ask bro for help. He pushes and pushes and pushes us to call him for help. When we do we get a lecture about being more responsible and frugal (from the man who drank away several hundred thou worth of a settlement and lives on property his mommy bought for him because he couldn't keep a job or run a business and has more junkers than a small used car lot - most of them his parents' cars or ones they bought for him). Ad after this my mom really doesn't understand why I don't want my bro to be my bestest friend. Next time I start to call my bro for something or about something PLEASE someone stick a pin in my voodon't doll or put some duct tape across the voodon't dolls mouth! Anyone want a sister? I am ready to look for new siblings.