My mother is an enabler. She allows my brother to drink till he's passed out drunk. A week or so ago, my mother told me she couldn't stand all the beer cans accumulating in his room, so she tasked me with cleaning them all up. Then, tonight, he goes stumbling drunk into the bathroom at 12:50 in the AM, after a huge binder, and I hear loud banging thuds coming from in there. He's unable to even stand upright properly. My first reaction is concern because I don't know if he's hurt himself, and he's just turned on the faucet in the bathtub so I don't know if he's drowning in there or what. My guess is he possibly got so drunk he either spilled beer all over himself, or peed himself, hence the need to bathe.

When I walked in there just now, the toilet was covered in his vomit, at least I think it was vomit, I'm not sure, but it was covered in something vile, and the floor was sopping wet, including the bathmat in front of the bathtub. I just know my mother is going to demand I clean that up too. She's been on me to clean the bathroom for a couple weeks now, but it's honestly my brother's turn to clean it and he's not pulling his weight around the house. I say this to my mother and she claims it's not is fault because he's busy with his full time job now.

I'm so absolutely furious right now I can't think straight. Well, I can think straight enough to type, thank goodness, but I can't do much more than that. I feel like I'm practically Cinderella in a way. My mom thinks I'm a freeloader.

I'm honestly going to flat out refuse to clean that bathroom now. It's not fair that I clean up whatever bodily fluid my brother left all over the toilet seat. Life sucks.