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So Now I'm The Bad Guy

I'll make this quick. I wrote that my brother wanted me to write his essay for him. I got the best feedback here about not doing it. After not hearing from him for weeks, I got a phone call.


I couldn't say 'no' on the phone, but I had another plan. I Googled topics for him and told him about them, as suggestions.

I got cursed out. I got demeaned. I got told I was stupid, that I didn't know what I was talking about (I WAS A FUCKING HISTORY MAJOR), and all that.


"You have nothing better to do, so do this for me."


I'll spare you the rest, but I was so worn down.

Then, after thinking about how shitty I felt and how conflicted I was-my family or my ethics?-I called my aunt (Can't exactly tell my parents.) I am willing to edit, of course. She said that's the only thing I could do. I explained it to him in an email.


Now I'm the bad guy. I don't want to re-read the email. It was a very cold and condescending tone.

He's partying around Europe. I'm here trying to unpack. I'm starting school soon. I'm adjusting to a new area.


Now I'm left with the feeling that I'm a sucker. I got manipulated. I stood up for myself. All I got was words that really hurt when I was helping, to the anxiety of pissing off my brother, to the resentment of how I was being treated while he's living it up.

That's not love. That's not love at all.

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