My Brother is LCD Fat Scum (rant) This may get deleted but I'm at my wits end with this guy and who better to turn to than the lovely shitladies and gents of fph. We're twins born a few hours apart him being the oldest. We also share an apartment with my mom who can't do much herself since she is in the early stages of CHF (shes been overweight her almost her entire life but HAES amirite?) So I do a lot around the house because as a woman in my culture, I'm responsible for most of the household duties. In comes my fat, piece of shit brother. He is the definition of slob, never picking up after himself and ALWAYS leaving a mess. He has a number of habits that are driving me insane. For one, his room reeks of urine and poop. I don't know what's going on but we cannot leave his door open for longer than a minute before the entire house smells like a urinal. Ive noticed that he's been making good use of the empty 2 liter bottles sprawled across his room by using them as piss jars. Not too bad tho, he empties them out every once in a while. His sheets were fucking revolting. I used to do some light cleaning in his room which included washing his piss soaked sheets maybe 3x a week but I couldn't take it anymore as i was in the middle of a nursing course and had no time for his shit (tee hee). So I left his room as is. Big mistake since now, I'm too embarrassed to invite anyone over because of the strong smell. Next, I try my best to cook and keep the rest of house germ free. Never stays clean for long because as soon as he comes home, he undresses (in the kitchen or living room) and leaves his dirty clothes either on the dining room table or on the living room couches. He leaves his things everywhere, turning the kitchen into an episode of hoarders every fucking day making me clear out the kitchen daily. He hid most of our plates in his room (collecting dust and rotting) so we had to buy paper plates. My brother is so unaware of himself. Almost every convo we've had this month took place while he was in his pee soaked underwear. He also has this disgusting habit of figiting with his pubic hair/balls out of nowhere and when we talk. I try not to touch anything he's sat on of laid his hands on because his smell lingers and I'm sure everything he's touched has a high concentration of fecal matter. Don't even get me started on food. I buy food and drinks for the house out of my own money (which I work 3 jobs to make) After I load the house with their fav sugary snack and beetus filled drinks, I use the little government aid I receive to feed myself. Not only does he eat and drink enough to literally satisfy 4 people for a week, but he likes to take whole boxes of snacks and entire bottles soda to his neck beard layer for night sometimes emptying the fridge in the process. Then when he's done gorging on his junk food, he attacks my vegan food, leaving me with NOTHING to eat +the only vegan in the house) until my next check. After that, he turns his attention to to the special food I prepare for my mom's CHF. I can go on for days about how my brother is a lazy good for nothing slob. As soon as he gets a job and has enough saved to pay the rent on our current apartment, I'm getting the fuck out of there. I make it super easy to help him to pick up healthy habits. Leaving a clothes hamper in the living room, buying him a $50 trash bin for his room, pleading with him to just take his dirty dishes to the sink, ext. I don't think there's any hope for him anymore... sorry for the long and scattered post I just needed to get this off my chest. Edit: wow guys, I knew I could find some refuge here!  So, i've been playing around with the idea of just packing up and leaving. Since i live in Miami where the rent is sky high and the deposit for an apartment costs an arm and a leg, it's going to take some time to save up. The current plan is to leave and rent a place nearby. That way I can come over any time. I guess I was looking for validation or maybe even permission to leave since most of my family thinks im being selfish (long story) But, I do feel more secure in my original decision to leave now. And snce my mom's name is on the lease she ultimately has the final say for who stays. Years of putting up with them has festered a bottomless pit of hatred for fat people and everything they stand (or sit) for. I can't even disguise my disgust for fats in public anymore because I know know exactly what their like and the filth their capable of making when they're not in check. They are the most inconsiderate ungrateful creatures I know and to call them an animals would be an insult to animal kind.