He’s always on my ass about how it should be easy for me to find a job, he literally has had everything in life handed to him. He avoided getting hit, he wasn’t tossed to the side like trash, he was allowed to hangout with friends, he got brand new shit, he was allowed to steal and abuse coke, he was allowed to beat up on teen and kid me with no consequences. He rides high with that andrew tate dude bro attitude, refuses to accept I’m a tranny. Thinks that I’d be a good fit for physical labour jobs because I’m big, whent really my joints are made out of rubber and paper mache. If I just make an extremely target instagram story post at him it would honestly relieve a decade of stress from my always crooked shoulders. He has two jobs in his entire life, one working at fatburger for one day at sixteen, and two at 28 working for our uncles construction based company. I fucking hate him sometimes