Barry is such a Hog.
I can't believe what he did the other night, and he had that devilish grin on his face too. The grin that I just want to SMACK off of him!
In the end, it made my Mother understand that whenever he comes here for dinner, he will NEVER get the chance to serve himself again, and if he arrives AFTER we have eaten, he won't eat! Period. He will be served and he will have NO CHOICE in the matter. No matter his complaints.
Anyhow, here's what happened...My Mother wanted Linguine in clam sauce for dinner. I make my White Clam sauce from scratch, but she pulled out a can of Progresso White Clam Sauce, and 4 cans of Chopped clams - some off brand clams. Well I don't like the Progresso anymore because they changed their recipe and use soy bean oil now. The can was enough for 6 people. So I made the Can in one pot and even added 1 can of clams to it for my Brother; and made mine and Mom's from scratch, and cooked a whole box of Linguine - enough for 8 people.
Mom called him for dinner and after an hour waiting we decided to sit down and eat. Mom and I had about a half a serving each from my clam sauce. There were still a lot of clams left in my sauce plus all of the Progresso Sauce - with the extra clams.
As Mom and I are finishing, Barry shows up and Mom tells him to help himself. I tell him about the two sauces and that Mine was not up to par because of funny white, and they were white, clams. Anticipating his glutenous behavior, I also told him to make sure he saved some for Janet.
A couple minutes later, Barry comes out of the kitchen with this big heaping/overflowing plate of Pasta. Mom just saw it and rolled her eyes.
Mind you, I cooked enough sauce for 12 and Pasta for 8, and Mom and I had had only a bit more than a single serving between us.
Then I decided I wanted a bit more so I get up and go into the kitchen to get some. Mom follows right behind me. She refilled her water and looked at the stove noting the smidgen of pasta left (about 1/8 serving). The Progresso Sauce was gone and someone had fished out all the clams from the other sauce and there was barely any of the liquid left either.
There is no way he could have used all the sauce because just pouring the can of sauce on an empty plate; it would overflow. He had to have freaking drank the Progresso sauce, and then took all the clams from Mom's and My sauce. I didn't say a word.
I come back to the table and put my plate down and he is looking at me with this big evil grin. I really hate to say this, but I just can't wait for my Mother to pass away. 'Cause when she does, I'm gonna smack him so hard his lips will land in Georgia!
Picking up on my earlier Faux Pas, Mom say's "Did you put Janet's plate together?" I said this is it. Before Mom could say anything Barry immediately started spinning his lies about how he could see me through the window...He forgot that Mom went into the kitchen with me and he didn't know that I was served first and hadn't left the table since Mom served herself, so she knew how much was there.
Mom just shut him up and called him the hog that he is.
After he left and I was cleaning up, I told Mom that he will never get the chance to do that again. Whether or not she liked it. He's getting free food and free service. He will eat when we do, what we do, how we do, or he can go to McDonald's.
This is a personal Blog about a Sociopathic Brother and how he is tearing a Family apart, and the horrible, unconscionable, things he does. Maybe reading it will help someone else understand they are not ill and the only thing they can do is endure the pain and leave. The only cure for a Sociopath is for the Victims to have NO CONTACT! So the cure is really for the Victims.
