Well... it happened... again.
My mom let my 3rd oldest brother in again a good couple of months ago and she now fully threw him out because he wouldn't stop drinking or go to rehab or see a shrink even with all of the leniency she gave.
Even deadbolt'd the room he was in so he can't just grab his things, changed the locks and absolutely monitoring everything so he can't get back in. Even tried to guilt trip my eldest brother to let him live here(fuck all of that) and it got him so bad because he had to deal with a situation similar to this that nearly fucked him for life.
At this point, I'm trying so hard not to flip out on so many levels because I long knew at the start of Covid era, he shouldn't be with us and sink or swim and just wash our hands of him if he can't get his shit straight. I can't deal with this shit anymore man...
I can't... I just can't. Living in fear because one day, one fucking day, he can go on a sheer alcoholic bridge and god knows what will happen(He's already designated a danger to himself and others) and the sheer fact he completely forgot what the hell he did 3 years ago and only got off on a technicality without even realizing his life could have been over then has got me in a massive mix of emotions...
I'm not saying this here for sympathy, I want to get this shit off my chest because I'm at my fucking wall right now...
All I can do is pray to God Almighty that he can finally get the hint and actually get steps to take care of himself before he loses his family, his two daughters and himself.