My 13 year old brother is a little shit

My fucking jack ass idiot brother wouldn't eat the goddamn carrots!!!!

Joe you are a little dipshit.

This was hours ago, but I'm sitll really fucking mad.

You probably read that I made dad's Leafy Carrot recipe...

It came out GREAT. I added almonds to make it my own and dad was very impressed. He said I did a great job! those were his words- great job

Well my dipshit brother wouldn't even try them. We sat down to dinner- mom made casserole. I brought in the carrots I had worked on.

I was dishing them up for people and little dipshit Joe says he doesn't want any.

I asked him why, he said he doesn't like carrots.

I told him that was bullshit- mom said "Alex, not at the dinner table."

Joe stuck his tongue out and I nearly stabbed it with my fork. I was so mad.

I explained that dad and I had worked really hard in the garden to grow the carrots, that this was one of dad's recipes, adn that I was really proud to make it for the family....

Joe- the little piece of shit- looks at dad, then at me... then at the carrots and says, "I don't care about the garden."

I was too mad to speak.

I told him he was a terrible person- and that dad was always working hard in the garden for us and that he should respect that.

Joe said, "Really Al, where is this coming from. Wasn't it just before school let out that you were saying dad's garden was a stupid waste of time?"

I saw the hurt in my dad's face when he heard those words....

And it made me want to kill Joe.

I said "Joe, you are an ASSHOLE!"

Mom said, "Alex not at the dinner table!" (She's basically just as useless as the dad from stranger things and I know she doesn't care about the garden either.)

I yelled "I might have said that before I knew better, but I've been learning from dad and I was wrong about the garden- it's a good garden and its worth the time!"

I also told him. "You'd know that too if you'd come outside and garden with us- dad would show you! But you don't care about dad's garden or about dad- even though he does everything for us!"

Joe stood up and shouted, "I don't want to sit in the dirt and pull up weeds. I don't care about the garden, and neither do you!"

My dad slammed his hand on the table but spoke quietly, "nobody has to go into the garden if they don't want to. And nobody has to even eat the carrots."

I could tell though how hurt he was. I could tell that he simultaneously meant what he said and meant the opposite. Nobody had to go the garden- he wouldn't force them... But he really wanted them to. It must have been heartbreaking for him to say that.

Joe didn't even look ashamed for making our dad feel so bad. Mom went back to eating, Susan too- she was too timid to say her piece and I don't know if she was even smart enough to know what the conflict was about.

But dad still looked broken. I started to explain that the garden was an important place for dad and that he used it to take care of us- but I didn't get very far- dad himself told me to drop it.

I guess he just wanted to keep the peace. Well they are all in bed now, but I'm too wired and angry to go to sleep.

Gotta let off some steam.

I think I'm gonna go check the havahart.