Battling my sibling over the climate control unit
That’s right, I was so miserable that I hit the climate control unit, because I feared that I would send my idiot sibling to the hospital if I punched him with that much anger
Before I can explain what happened to the climate control equipment I need to fill you in on the backstory. It all started a few weeks ago when my sibling Sam got kicked out by his husband. I won’t get into the details, but basically he was exhausted of Sam’s crap and gave him the old heave-ho. I was dumb enough to let Sam stay on the couch. Sam said it would be for a couple of evenings, but six weeks later he was still here!. Sam and I have constantly been combative and competitive siblings, so when he started messing with my climate control equipment I called him out for it. This is my site, and I got to decide what the climate control equipment settings should be. If Sam didn’t savor it he could leave. Over the weekend my good friend and I both had a few beers and watched the football game, and then my good friend and I saw Sam adjusting the control equipment again. That was the final straw, and I told him to never touch the climate control equipment again. Sam grinned and said “or else what” and touched the control equipment yet again! Sam expected myself and others to hit him, but instead I squared off and punched the climate control equipment so hard it shattered and fell off the wall. That’s right, I was so miserable that I hit the climate control unit, because I feared that I would send my idiot sibling to the hospital if I punched him with that much anger. I told Sam that next time his face would take the punch instead of the climate control unit, and told him to get out of my house.