My family is falling apart...

The title's pretty self-explanatory.


My little brother is turning into a genuine fight-seeking, trouble-finding lager-lout of a hooligan. He aint so little anymore, being the big 2-0. But he's still a little shit. He's robbing my parents blind. My mum asked him to take some of her gold to one of those gold shops in town and he kept the £180 that she got for them! He treats the house like a hotel and I can't remember the last half-decent conversation I had with him. His friends are wankers, his girlfriends are his enemy's ex's, which resulted in an explosive showdown last night at 3.30am. This knobhead had found out he'd slept with his ex, he'd been beaten up to a pulp and then proceeded to smash the house up 'cos my dad wouldn't give him his car keys to his shitty little Corsa (WHO HE BOUGHT OFF THE FUCKER WHO DID HIS NOSE IN IN THE FIRST PLACE!) because he hasn't insured it for the last two months...


I've told my parents that I can't live in the house with him here as well. I hate to say it because I never thought I'd think it... But I don't think I view him as a little brother anymore. I can't physically stand him.


I want him THE FUCK out of this house.


Then again it's not my decision to make. And because both my parents know that if he does get kicked out, he's going to lose his job, go off the trails, get into drugs and alcoholism and basically every other fiendish thing under the sun... It looks like I'm going to have to find somewhere else to live.


:'(