And that would be my brother.
What a moron.
Over the past two days I have had three calls from my Dear MaMa begging me to call him. Because I am the Voice Of Reason (Which therefore means that he wants nothing to do with me). I so completely do not care at this point. In a grand and noble sense, I wish that he could get his life on track, but personally, I have no interest in helping him on the journey. I wish that he could be nicer to his children -- if you've heard the Alec Baldwin tape then you've heard my brother go after his own two sons. He used to go after me with the same self-centered spitting rage when we were kids. (Come to think of it, he's done it a few times when we were adults too. The rages didn't last as long though, because I generally can hang up on him before he got rolling.)
My mother insists that she had no idea that he was like this when we were kids. Uh huh. The story you tell that he "broke all the dining room chairs one time when he was angry" never clued you in?
This weekend his girlfriend left him, and he called my mom to tell her that he had been crying for days. She told him to suck up his pride, call her, and apologize profusely for whatever he had done, and to do whatever it takes to get back into a "good relationship" with her because she was good for him. He made some sort of comment that although she would talk to him, she wasn't going to come back because he had done something which had scared her.
Dude. In general? Scaring your girlfriend is not a good idea.
Mom keeps coming back to the idea that he has to get back with her, or at least realize that his mania or rage or Bipolar disorder or narcissism, or whatever is affecting his relationships. Time to hie thee to a therapist.
So she wants me to call him to bring that point home. Uh.... No.
I keep coming back to the fact that he admitted to his mother that he did something to his girlfriend which scared her. She has the right to walk away, and should be encouraged to do so. I've got no confidence that he'll gain much from therapy at this point, unless he hits bottom somewhere. He's 45, not 25. He really thinks the world revolves around him and that he has the right to scream and rant at anyone who doesn't agree with him. Shifting that focus which has been entrenched for about 40 years is going to take A Lot Of Work, and I can't be arsed to get involved at this point.
But The Mother. She won't stop calling.
I guess I can call the brother, listen to him whine, and then experience some catharsis by ripping him down as I point out every little way his current mode of behavior isn't working. It wouldn't be a) kind, or b) productive, but it might be evilly fun. At least then I could tell The Mother that I called him.
Sitting on hands...