Your parents moving fifteen hours just to be closer, only to haul along your grown, and, how shall I put it, somewhat problematic and extremely angry full-grown mid-30s brother, is quite a milestone. This is a man whose main hobbies are job loss, shouting matches, and refusing therapy. For this mother of young kids, the dream of grandparents nearby quickly curdled into a logistical nightmare, with her brother’s temper and unpredictable outbursts looming over every potential visit. The family script is familiar: parents sacrifice and relocate, but can’t seem to detach from the adult child who treats every minor disagreement as a personal affront. 

This brother’s resume is a Best of reel of HR disasters and holiday catastrophes, making him a repeat offender on the «not around my kids» list. Yet somehow, the real family crime is daring to prioritize peace and safety over the sacred tradition of forced togetherness. The guilt trip arrives right on schedule, with her mother lamenting lost grandchild time and her brother firing off angry messages, as if wanting a calm environment is an act of war.