Jesus fahckin' christ

This got removed from /r/mgtow2 for god knows why, so I'll just put it up here instead. Yesterday was hell wrapped in a burrito.

 Tl;dr: hang out w my brother and his gf, brother and I get drunk, he becomes asshole to gf, we almost die in the carbon the highway due to gf crying, I get to stay up all night with something in his apartment while they bang upstairs.

I gotta stop hanging out with these idiots.

So my brother, me and his gf all went out to eat and stuff, everything is well and good, they're having a good time as am I, etc. He's the only member of my family who is some semblance of normal, so I don't mind chilling with him and his gf.

However, he decides he wants to go get effed up drinking, so we go to Dave and Buster's to just have fun and fuck around, whatever. He gets some tokens and a 3 wristbands for us to play the 'free games' and we drink and stuff. However I did not know this, but apparently my brother is a huge asshole when he's drunk off his rocker.

To me, this is no big deal. I'm a dude, he ribs me, I rib him back, whatever. To his girlfriend, he treats her like a "bro" even though I've repeatedly told him not to because she's mentioned to me she doesn't enjoy that kind of interaction with him. But he said some "bro joking" stuff to her after she failed at making a shot in some ball throwing game and it soured the rest of the night for her. Y'all know. Not talking, storming off, crying, etc. He was also mad that she want to the bathroom so many times (like 3 times in a 2 hr timespan) and he just automatically thinks she's cheating on him I guess. Is the conclusion he came to in his head.

So on the way home my brother keeps asking her, "WHY ARE YOU MAD I JUST BLEW 200 FUCKING DOLLARS FOR YOU TO HAVE A GOOD TIME", which to me is a valid point but he doesn't understand that even if you good-naturedly rib someone with some "you suck at everything" jabs, some people take it personally despite just being like "it was a joke" or whatever. So she's in the car, driving and crying and just saying "I'm sorry" over and over and he's just flying off the handle about him spending money and her dad saying he's a piece of shit (he doesn't dress well casually in my opinion, more like one of those 'gangsta' types minus the baggy pants' and a bunch of other shit that she should not have told him probably, and she's crying and I'm just in genuine fear for my life because I can barely see through tears much less how she was sobbing. So I was like "Pull the fuck over, now." and she pulled over on the highway and I tried to let them hash it out a little, and then I could tell it was getting absolutely nowhere, so I was like, "Okay, [brother], you, me, outside the car".

So we got out while she's crying sitting in the car, and I just try to tell him "I understand you blew a bunch of money tonight, and that she is not drunk (she had a few but was coherent very much) but that doesn't detract from what you said to her." and he just goes "It was a joke bro. " and I said "I know that, and you know that, but to her, everything that comes out of your mouth is how you feel about her, whether or not you label it as a joke afterwards. That's just how a lot of women work." and we spoke for like 20 minutes out in the rain, me letting him vent and me deflecting back at him, trying some active listening techniques I've learned and things like that.

We went back up the hill to the car (I had to take him away from the car because he kept gesturing to her in the car and being like "she's not even drunk dude") and he went to open the door and I closed it quick and said "We both know you need her to drive you around, so I wouldn't suggest breaking up yet, but you guys definitely need to talk. But for now, just shut up, don't say anything, and we'll get back to your place and y'all can talk." so that's what he did. We're both drenched sitting in the car and she's driving, calmed down mostly, and then she just starts GOING "YOU'RE GONNA BREAK UP WITH ME AREN'T YOU?!" and just keeps talking about that over and over. So finally about 10 minutes of this goes by and I say "We can talk about this at his place, just keep driving." and she shuts up for a little and then goes right back into it. My brother doesn't say shit.

So I keep interjecting with "Talk about it when we get there" etc. My brother still says nothing. I'm legit proud of him. But my brother's phone has the directions on and I guess she thinks that the directions turned off or something? So she gets on her phone (while driving and it's pitch black out and her phone brightness is 100%...) and she tries to pull up the directions back to his place, but instead of flicking her eyes to the road, she just watches her phone and the car is drifting, and a wheel crosses the white line on the right side (we were in the rightmost lane so there was nothing there I could see, I assumed gravel) and I yell "ROAD! And we smack a guardrail and my brother just absolutely goes off." You're such a dumb bitch, why were you looking at your phone, I have the directions up right now, what the fuck" etc. And she just falls back into the tirade of "I'm sorry" again. I have to keep telling my brother to just go back to being quiet because nothing he says is gonna make a difference right then.

So we get back and I get out of the car and go lay down on the grass after that entire shitty ordeal they talk in the car and then go inside, he tells me to chill on the couch so I'm like "whatevs".

So now I get to just sit here all night and listen to them bang I guess. 7 more hours... I wish I had enough money for a lyft home. Oh and their apartment has something... Large. Crawling around in it but I can't find it with my phone light, and I'm not sure if I want to know or not what it is, so I'm freakin out.

Didn't even get to enjoy being drunk because I was playing "relationship handler" the whole time. But I get where he's coming from in the car because I used to think extremely straightforwardly like that too until I went through some shit and had a lot of mental trauma/time to myself. I don't wanna be a relationship counselor, I just wanna hang out.

And the shittiest part is they both tell me shit they don't want to ask or tell each other. So I have to middleman-communicate it to the other one and I'm just like... Jesus guys you're fucking adults. Talk to each other. But he can't talk to her about anything because she just apparently flies into hysterical rages if he tries to get advice or just talk to her about something in the relationship, and she doesn't wanna talk to him about anything because he just takes everything literally.

Women are weird, man. Every time I hang out with my brother and her it just reaffirms that I'm never doing that shit again. And that I'm doing the right thing, going monk mode. I don't hate women but goddamn I'm so done with this bullshit after tonight's fucking SHENANIGANS. I'm laying it out tomorrow morning for him.