My psycho mother tells police I kidnapped my brother, but he was at her house the entire time.

Here's what happened.

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So this isn't a story about an entitled mother that I just happened to run into and had to deal with.

This entitled mother is my mom. So this happened last

year around May. I was at a town carnival with my children, six and seven years old at the time.

My brother and my mother don't get along well, as they both think they're better than everyone else

and are never wrong. Since the day he turned 15, they've been at each

other's throats. I'm wandering around the carnival with my children and their father when my phone

starts going off over and over. When I answer, I hear my brother on the other line crying and

begging to come stay with me. I tell him where I am and that the only way he can

come stay with me is if it's all right with our mother. As she's pulled some outrageous stuff in the

past, he goes on to tell me that she's been drinking and had busted the door to his room trying to get to

him. I don't know how much of this to believe, as he's a bit dramatic and

tends to embellish stories. I get a call while on the phone with him. It's my mother,

and before I can answer, it goes to voicemail. So, after I calm him a bit, I agree to hang up with

him and call mother to see if I can calm the situation a little for both of them, and to get her

side of the story.

The truth is usually somewhere in between their two stories.

I go ahead and hang up and check my voicemail.

The voicemail is her yelling into the phone.

Listen here, young lady, you better not even think about coming to get him.

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