My entitled little brother steals my mini-bike and goes for a joy ride all while my parents sit by and do nothing to stop him.

It got so bad that I nearly called the police.

When I was 17, I bought a used mini-bike and used it to get to and from a part-time job.

My little brother is something else.

He was the boy that my parents extra coddled because he was diagnosed as high-functioning autistic.

And anything I had, my brother had to have to.

And if I refused to give it to him, my parents generally just took it from me.

At least until that behavior was exposed to the public when my parents tried to cancel my 14th birthday.

After that, my parents stopped forcing me to give my stuff to my brother whenever he wanted.

And that led to some extra huge tantrums from him.

My brother would look for things around the house to throw to the floor and to break.

Usually dishes, to be honest.

My parents actually stocked up on plates from secondhand stores because of that.

Crazy stuff, if you think about it.

When I got the mini-bike, my brother was upset.

I wouldn't let him take it for a ride.

But he's destructive with all of my stuff.

Every time he broke his BMX, I'm the one who had to fix it.

Change a flat, new pedals, new tire, new handlebars, new brake line.

It's all up to me.

He's got a stunt BMX that he begged for.

And my parents spent hundreds on it.

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