My second brother G has been a narcissistic pain in my ass since I ratted he and B out in Minnesota. I don’t think it was a consequence for that, but growing older and his hormones or puberty. Beats the fuck out of me!

So, you want to know how fucked up he is? About 35 years ago, when I was going to his house, ( there is reference to it later on) he decided… maybe he accrued so much dumb ass time! That he told his lovely bride, and I cannot make this shit up, that it would be more healthy to eat dinner for breakfast, lunch for lunch, and breakfast for dinner. Now, I don’t give a crap if it’s healthy of not….its weird! It’s like his home projects. Even now, yes to this day I’m sure, his masterpiece of the Mona Lisa (whatever project he’s doing!), comes out looking more like the gambling dogs on velvet, and such it’d look great with a black light. You can’t tell me that he hasn’t done acid before! Geez, I’m sounding just like the comedian Kathleen Madigan. Okay, on with the show.

It was about 1968-1967, that got me riled. G was constantly fighting with B, probably who was king of the castle. He started lifting weights and moved to the garage in his cave.

With all of that going on, us younger sins were talking all of his shit while mom and dad were out. You might know the drill where he’d put a circle on the wall and force us to put our nose there as punishment. Had I known better, I should have told him knock it off or go fuck himself.

The following year when he was in high school and B was gone, he changed his tune a bit and got wholly involved in math.

Thank God he was off our backs! Now he could just bury his face in books and leave us alone. I had no idea what he was studying and didn’t really care. I think once he tried to show me how his slide rule worked, but it was way over my head and interests.

In 1969 he was a senior in high school. It was an unrest time, peace, love, and all that crap. After graduating he went to BYU and came back like he’d been living in an LSD commune or something.

I have no proof, but from the stories I heard later, he might have gotten his cherry popped. While at college, he continued on with his math/physics stuff, along with the hippie crap. I think someone caught him doing something and he was told to go visit one of the leaders of the church. I guess sibs were addressed and forgiven, but being told to get his his shit together quickly, so he could go on a church mission, which ended up being to Hong Kong.

Wow, now he changed again! From an asshole, to a brainiac, then to a hippie, and now to a bible thumping theologian. From a line from the movie, ‘Steel Magnolias “, he didn’t know if he should scratch his butt, or wind his watch…or something to that nature.

After 2 years he returned homed home to be physics no-it-all and theologian. My head was spinning. He found a gal that matched his intellect and they got married.

So what, right? Now he had began being an authority on everything. As each year passed, his ego grew.

In 1986, I was living with Pat (Pat 1885). He and my mom decided I was fucked up and needed some intervention. So, on my way back from San Francisco, I had a lay over to visit G, and to go cross country skiing with him. It was a trap! While there, as an unruly heathen, he pulled me aside, to ask if I’d be interested in moving there to help him remodel his home, and at the same time reevaluate my principles. My reaction, I don’t think so! I 2as not broken, nor did I need him to dictate his values on me.

As the years progressed, while his wife was popping out 8 or so children, he had become a get Nobel Prize winning, scholarly, Theologian. Shit when would it ever stop. It hasn’t! I saw a photo that had been saved of he and my 4 children having dinner at mom’s. No doubt, trying to meddle in their lives. It didn’t take thank goodness! He had tried the same technique on B’s oldest and rebellious son, to which it came and bit him in the ass, followed my packing him up and shipping him home.

Moving on, he went to work for the Department of Defense, while the intervention failed. When asking of some genuine curiosity about what he was doing there, he hum hawed about it and said it was top secret. Jesus, what? Like I’m going to Russia and spill the information?

He was asked to retire after touching one of the secretaries or something inappropriately, no doubt trying to sell her on his brainiac shit!

Many moons later, G sits at home, telling all of us siblings about his intellectual hobbies. Ho hum, yawn! Prior to mom dying, she bequeathed on him the patriarch or head trustee to her will, no doubt because B had become the prodigal child with all of his perversions. After all, G WAS the Nobel prize winning, Physics mastermind, and Theologian, so no one of the others qualified to hold the reins . Note, ‘hold the reins’, narcissism and dictator! How appropriate!

Around that time, I was still having trouble with he, B, and J in Minnesota. So, I confronted him about it, as there was still talk about B’s raping J, and how involved was he? He became very angry, and upset and declared that there was nothing to discuss, and never to bring it up again! Hmm, GUILTY!

I wish I could say that everyone lived happily ever after, but to this day, with my physical ailments, I still hear all of their fake concerns about my well being, except J. I have blocked all of them except J, from all communications with me. I’m tired of knowing that the only real reason their saying such things, is to fulfill their religious obligations and pat themselves on the back, as they check me off their weekly ‘concerns’ until the scheduled next week. As G would do, he’d call on Fridays and once hearing my report, it was, oh how lovely the mountains are, and this is what I learned in the temple that day. Never, hey! What have you been up to? Do you guys have any plans for this year, or you know, it’d be really great to do something with y’all (meaning something we could vs camping, fishing, or appreciating what his interests were)!

I’m tired, I’m done, and they can all go and talk smack that if I had been true to the church, nothing like this would happen to me. Kind of like being baptized!