I had this fight with my brother. Each time there is something wrong with the computer, he would look at me as if I AM THE ONE that causes it. Mom was sitting in between. All she could ever say was, "Respect your elder brother". For goodness heaven's sake, I have my own limits! I have been tolerating his nonsense for God knows when. Mom as usual, started bringing topics pertaining to religion. I have no say in that, but it all boils to how every human being should be treated. Does not mean that I am a younger brother to you that you deserve my respect. Respect to be respected. Heard of that?!

I got utterly pissed that I went to my room and slammed the door real hard. The story goes on and it soon evolved into something more complicating than that. (Things were said/asked which I honestly answered/replied which resulted in the next sentence). Mom even asked me to leave the house and never return.

And I just could not believe my ears what Mom said to my brother. "You don't have a brother. Don't bother about what he said.". And another part that ticks me off the most, that she blamed my friends for being so rebellious towards anybody in this house.

HELLO?!

Have I gone drunk with my friends while I am out? NO!
Have I took a puff from a cigarette with my friends? NO!
Have I taken illegal drugs that could make me lose my consciousness? NO!
Have I been admitted to the hospital for getting myself in group fights? NO!
Have I struck a lottery or won 4-D before? NO!

NONE of my friends drink (casual drinkers, none are heavy drinkers), smokes, take drugs, gamble and not a SINGLE friend of mine are in a gang.

IN FACT, most of them are the most talented bunch of people that you probably have met in your entire life. Some have even accomplished great results academically.

Mom, just so you know, my conscience is still right. I know the difference between what is right and what is stupidly wrong. Even if they do possess habits like drinking or smoking, I am intelligent and old enough to not follow their unhealthy habits.

She even said that I was going out with girls and she thinks that I was being obnoxiously flirtatious. Firstly, I spend most of my time outside with my GUY friends. Even if I were to spend my time outside with a girl, it would be a group of them plus a few other guys. I DO NOT go around asking girls out and flirt with them. At least I don't go holding hands or kissing a girl in public unlike some people.


I know I was not respecting my Mom. I chose not to respect my Mom at that point of time (which I regret) because the issue here is how I should be treated. A son who deserves a say when things go wrong like what happened. My point was not being set across to my Mom even. How sad can that be?

I have my limits.
I have my rights.
I am STILL a human.
And most importantly, I am your son.

So, what were you saying about last night?
Demanding me to leave the house and never return? HMMM?