Oh, I'm totally in on this one! It sounds like your brother and my uncle need to turn gay and get together!

My uncle does things of the same basic nature, he is the youngest of 7 so he acts like a big baby all of the time. He lives disgustingly and pretty much only calls when he wants something. He calls my husband poopy-head (actually, they both do it, real mature!) and if he's ever in a kitchen with anyone he will whip them with a dish towel.

When my family lived with him in my grandfather's house, he basically told me it was a woman's job to cook and clean and have things perfect for him when he gets home, oh and then scrub the tub after he takes a disgusting bath.

Then there's my brother. For the past 4 or 5 years he has been a drug addict, I've been through hell picking him up when he's puking his brains out somewhere, getting into fights with him about what he's doing in front of my children, and letting him live with me so he doesn't have to live with my parents; all this while my parents are bailing him out of jail and putting him through 4, 5 or 6 rehabs.

My mom likes to throw me into his world and get me to talk to him about things, or drag me into situations I don't want to be in the middle of because I have stood up for him sometimes, then she comes out with comments like "I wish I could have children I was proud of."

My parents are just plain enablers, to me and him. They don't know how to give their generosity a limit and then complain about what we are taking later.