It's horrible that I think that way.... luckily for them I have complete control over my actions. Music is my life... and when your brother & his freinds sell all my instruments and an irreplacable cd collection and proof of GED completion I just want him dead. I've let him know already that there will be no forgiveness. The junkie mother gives me hell for nothing because her life has been horrible and she likes to spread the pain... & take my legal drugs. She has made me think suicidal thoughts more than once. Finally, the poor mentally challenged brother is angry all the time and takes it out on me, not to mention milking his physical disabilities so that I do everything for him. Things he is capable of doing for himself but it's easier to order me around. The junkie mother uses me in the same manner. I need the money to have them forced to get proffesional help before they kill me.... I'm not asking for money, merely stating the facts.