about a month ago, i got out of work and saw that i had a voicemail. it was some guy telling me that he'd found a phone and my name was the last one to call it. he ended the message by saying that he thought the phone belonged to a girl named wendy. that's my mother, so i immediately called back to find out more.
he told me that he'd found the phone on the corner of a street in utica, new york. i immediately started to panic. that is where my oldest brother (a complete and utter sociopathic freakshow of a human being) lives. i told the man that i would have someone contact him about getting the phone and called my father.
i asked him if mom was missing her phone and he told me that he didn't know, why? and we talked and i found out that my mother had gone to visit the sociopathic brother WITHOUT telling my father details of the visit, without telling anyone anything. i started to panic and thought that my brother had kidnapped my mother or something like that. in fact, my father and i both panicked because she was supposed to have been home 4 hours prior to my phone call to my father... i was freaking out the entire time imagining that we'd have to call missing persons or something (and this is when i wish jack malone was real, comfort me jack malone, be angry and violent and italian at my brother)
my mother eventually came home and didn't even know that her phone was missing. they retrieved her phone from the EXTREMELY nice gentleman who found it (seriously, it's a pretty intense blackberry) and told me that my sociopath brother had guilted her into coming to visit her grandson only to be pestered about how she never bought him birthday presents--and my brother needed $50 for a laptop, lol.
...and he bitches about how he is poor and we are all rich. and everyone in my family is like "okay, we can see how mom and dad are rich, and maybe daniel since he makes more than the parents combined... but meagan? rich?"