i thought my brother had a pretty shitty weekend last week. he found out that his ex lied to him about being pregnant, and although he reluctantly gave her the money for the big "A" (because he was actually ready to take responsibility for his actions and try being a parent), he found out it was all a lie. so even though my brother gave her hundreds of dollars, she later came clean about lying because she was hoping to get him back (i.e. "trap him") and get him to (i.e. "trick him") into marrying her. that lying scumbag would've gotten a slap in the face from me if i wasn't 2,000 miles away. but alas, he's a big boy and is just doing his best in not talking to her anymore.

which brings me to this past weekend. he probably could've used those few extra hundred dollars he gave away because his car needed work (something about anti-freeze leaking and other unpleasant costly fixes) AND his bike got stolen.

not a good weekend for us kids. i mean, mine was great up until a certain point. but my brother really got stuck with the short end of the stick.