Hey guys.
I have a dilemma and I don't want to talk about this to anyone I really know.
I'm 24 years old and I have an older brother in his 30's. I was just in the shower and realized he is a fucking carbon copy of Jason Genova. Not in the sense that he has ridiculous dreams of being an IFBB pro, but he has the mental age of a twelve year old.
You might know the type of person I'm talking about. Justifies his failures by blaming other people. Doesn't take responsibility with anything. You can't rely on him for shit. Delusional about his current state of life. He lives in my parent's house and takes them for granted. Both my parents are nearing 60 and had to paint the first half of the house by themselves because my brother "had a headache" the first day and said he "needed to do something" the second day, but stayed home on his computer all the day. I was able to drive over there and kill the rest off and I swear to god I think I caught the guy stroking off under the blankets while everyone else was painting.
My mom has Crohn's and when I was 12, I had to take a half hour walk to a pharmacy to pick up shit for her when she was feeling down because the guy couldn't take a break from world of warcraft. He is what comes to mind when I think of a piece of shit. Never did anything after graduating high school besides work in a grocery store and is now attending an online college for IT or some shit. Anyways, I kind of peaked the other day. He had to take a math course and since I studied engineering, I offered to help him kill off the online exams + final since from my understanding he didn't need to know math anyways and he's fucking retarded. The guy had one responsibility to post an x amount of messages on a forum to count as attendance and it turns out he failed the course because he couldn't make a minimum of 3 posts/week to pass the class. I fucking flipped a shit. That fucking final was like 45 questions. In the end of it, he said it was my fault because he didn't know what to post about since he didn't know the material. I said it was his class and his responsibility and then he called me fat. I had sent my mom a picture of my face when my estrogen was too high and was getting moonfaced and he said he could tell I was turning into a fatass. The guy has a portruding gut and a set of tits, but tells me all the time about how lean he is and how he values 'nimble strength.' I could go on holy shit.
Now that you all have an idea of how he is, this is my dilemma. I hate the fucking guy, but I want him to at least be self-sustaining so that my parents can be comfortable. My parents sacrificed their lives for us and they don't deserve a piece of shit parasite draining them at the end of their lives. But I don't know what to do because this guy's mentality is like a brick wall. He can't do anything by himself and I just want to give up. What do I do?