Phone call from my mother to check on me turned into her ranting about my brother. Of my four siblings, he's doing the best for himself. Sure, he still lives at home (he's 21), but he's had the same job for three years, he's always got a few grand in his account, he always pays them a few hundred dollars a month (without complaint, right at the start of the month), and whenever they need help financially, he's right there to do so.
But he spends money on video games! And video game paraphernalia!
My other three siblings are messes in their own ways. And absolutely terrible with money. But he buys figurines.
I know it just boils down to the fact that they're upset that 4 of their 5 kids aren't 'right.' They have three sons and all three hate sports, are useless with cars, and one is gay while the other two have never been brave enough to ask a girl out.
My sister, the 'pride and joy,' can steal money from them, but have it waved off because she's 'such a good Christian girl.'
But it just grates on me how often my mom complains about my one brother. More than the rest, despite how he's, comparatively, fucking up less than all the rest of us. I'd love to see him get his own place, sure. I agree with her on that front. But he's a damn good kid and he has one fucking hobby that isn't even an abnormal one these days.