(Derek)
I knew that my family could be difficult. I had never had a good relationship with my brother as far as I remember. He's thirty-five years old, yet he doesn't seem to want to get his life in check. He often lives off my money, like a leech that was hard to get rid of.
Even when I told him no, that it was time for him to get a job and man the f**k up, he would constantly annoy me to a point where I had to just cave and give him what he wanted just so he could leave me alone.
My parents weren't any better; they always thought that they could control me, but I wasn't the i***t that they thought I was.
So, when I moved out at the age of eighteen, I went to college with the idea of wanting to achieve things on my own instead of living in their shadows.
I thought that that would
