[NOT MY STORY] An abusive fat is called out by the brother of the person she's been abusing for over a decade. He writes an excellent, point by point, synopsis of a decade's worth of abuse. Hello, H. My name is J, you already know me. Firstly, I'd like to outline to all the people you're lying to: you were never married to my sister. Please stop referring to her as your wife. I have been with my sister from Day 1 on this issue. The idea to leave you never came to her easy. She tried, for literally years, to get you to get a job and begin pitching in on the bills. It was a two-income household, living on my sister's nursing salary. You two, as a couple, were never capable of making ends meet without intervention from my parents. Even if you got a part-time job, it would've alleviated so much pressure on not only my sister - the person you claim to love - but on my own family. Since the day S. brought you home, you began living with us. This goes as far back as when you were 15 years old. You started spending "the weekends over". The weekends turned into weeks, and sometimes months without you going back to your own house. You started going out with my parents when they took us out on the weekends. They bought you clothes, food and various forms of media entertainment. You went to the same concerts as us, you were on our cellphone plan, you even went with us when we took weekend trips. You were included in birthdays, Christmases and Thanksgivings. When you broke your glasses, it was just expected that our family front the bill of your $500 eye care bill. We paid for your medicine, and any doctors visits that were necessary. You were treated so extremely, generously it makes me furious to read the lies you're writing. When my sister's car was deemed unsafe to drive, and she needed a new one. You were UPSET with the model my parents were getting my sister, because YOU felt YOU deserved better. It was a brand new car, and you were arguing with my mother over the fact it wasn't the model you wanted. When you decided you wanted a brand new gaming laptop, you had a nuclear meltdown because my Dad, the person who paid for the laptop, who has over 30+ years in the IT field, was setting it up. You flat out, got up, left the house, and ran away because he, without your permission, started putting shows for you guys to watch onto the laptop. Since you didn't get to control that situation, you had to leave. This, just as you had planned, prompted my sister to follow you, forcing my Dad to acquiesce and remove all the shows he loaded onto the laptop. When you were 18 and your family was leaving Colorado, my sister was so happy she was finally rid of you. I hadn't seen her smile or laugh in such a long time. She was a totally different person. We all began feeling better getting you out of our lives. We were stupid to believe this was all it'd take to get you away from my Dad's money. You found residence with two lesbians you'd met off of SecondLife. You gave them sob story about how you couldn't stand to be away from S. (Read: my Dad's money.), and how'd you'd find a job and move out. They bought it and allowed you to come back to Colorado. Months went by and all you did was stay in your room and take advantage of them. You never made an attempt to find a job, and even when one of them flat out offered you a job being a receptionist in their dentistry office, a job that paid quite well, you refused because you "Didn't like the sound of it." I'd like to add, this wasn't the first time people had found jobs for you. My Dad personally drove around and got you job applications and interviews. You always found some half-baked reason why you couldn't do it. When he got you an interview being a receptionist at a salon, one of the few places that didn't care about your tattoos, you declined because you "Didn't want to have to bike to work every day." When you came back to Colorado, there was an issue of where you would store all of your possessions. Just like every time before, you lied to us and took advantage of us. You stated that you'd rent storage to place all your things, and when you and S. moved into a new apartment, you'd come and get them back. That lie later transformed into, it was now OUR responsibility to store all of your belongings in our house. It'd only be for a few months, of course. Five years later, the closet where we stored them was so jam-packed with your belongings, we couldn't even open it. A walk-in closet so packed, we had to force it open if we wanted to try and climb over your belongings to get whatever had been stored there before you. When my sister was told that she was too overweight, and she was going to "either have a heart attack or a stroke" and needed to lose weight ASAP, you did everything in your power to sabotage that. You wouldn't allow her to buy herself vegetables at the store. Even though it was her own money, you said you "didn't trust her to eat them fast enough that they wouldn't rot." When she began to steam herself carrots, you'd take brown sugar and throw it on them when she wasn't looking. You hid her diet pills. You wouldn't let her exercise by walking outside because you were too afraid she'd be raped. You literally tried jamming spoonfuls of ice cream, and whole Oreos down her throat. This was an attempt to keep her as disgusting as you. She lost over 70lbs, and looks amazing. When she finally got you out of the house, it was YOUR idea to leave Colorado and go back to Florida to live with your sister. My Dad gave you that gaming laptop, which you lied to him about paying him back. You said you needed cab fare, because C. wasn't going to be able to pick you up that day. Another lie, we later found out. So, because we wanted you out our lives so badly, we flew you FIRST CLASS from Colorado Springs to Jacksonville, FL. with an iPod, $100 cab fare, gaming laptop and a cellphone. Not to mention whatever else you crammed in that suitcase. You even had another box that you wanted my sister to mail you. The box easily weighed 70lbs, and you wanted my sister to ship it off - another no doubt expensive expenditure. What did that box contain? Clothes. Mouthwash. Comics. Your High School Diploma. Birth Certificate. Nail Polish. That's right, you literally valued comics and video games more than your own BIRTH CERTIFICATE! I am so fucking livid with the fact you're trying to pass this off on my sister's bipolar. I cannot believe you're trying to completely invalidate every valid emotion she is feeling. You are so morally bankrupt, you couldn't figure this out for yourself. I'm still angry about the fact that, even though my sister had Fibromyalgia, and was bedridden with pain, you made her clean the bathtub for you, so that you could go and take a bath. My sister, for the first time in her adult life, finally got to see what her own paycheck was. She had enough in her account, after paying off all her bills, her utilities, buying her food - that she had over $500 in her bank account. What the fuck were you doing where you had NO MONEY every month? My sister said you two had been living in squalor for years. She can actually start saving money, if she wants. When she was going through the pantry, tossing out all the food that only you ate, she came across expensive, German imported chocolates. Cartons and cartons of ice cream. Candy that you had stashed in boxes. You've been bilking her for years, H. When you finally arrived in Jacksonville, FL. Immediately, first day you got there, you already started concocting some lie. You told my sister you needed $600 for that month's rent, because C., your own sister, WHO IS STUDYING TO BECOME A LAWYER, is running a brothel out of her house. And she told you, you either had to pay $600, or prostitute yourself out. Can anyone guess what a ticket from Jacksonville, FL. to Colorado Springs, CO would cost? Yeah, about $500, plus $100 for a taxi. My family went so far above and beyond what any normal family would have done, you could never, ever, begin to repay the generosity that was shown to you. Monetarily or otherwise. I'd bet if we had kept every receipt for every dollar that our family had spent on you, it'd exceed the $70,000 mark. Think about the living expenses of a human-being for 11+ years. You are the absolutely worst person I have ever known, H. You are just like your mother. I haven't even gotten to the worst part. Your family are a bunch of cop-killing degenerates.