A Nice Little Pointless Rant

This is probably gonna sound all whiny and junk, but I'll type it anyhow.
My mother doesn't quite know what she's doing. I mean, well...you'll understand.
She stresses herself out, for one, and she does everything she does for the wrong reasons.
For instance:
-She went to Ladoga and bought a house. Why? Two reasons: One, to get out of her family's grasp, and two, so Randy would marry her.
-She bought a fixer-upper, even when she said she didn't want one. Why? God, who knows?
-She recently decided to put new siding on the house. Why? Because Randy wouldn't move in otherwise.
-She is looking for a bigger shed so she can build Randy a workshop. Why? Because Randy won't move in otherwise.

Are we catching a pattern here? Yes...Randy.
Not that I mind Randy, of course. But after 13 years, you'd think they would either be married, or something. But no. They met 13 years ago this Friday, and for not quite half of that, they've been engaged. But I highly doubt that marriage is any part of their future, sadly. She's giving too much and he's taking it all without even having asked for it. What does he give back? Only what he'd told to give by Mom. Does this sound like the perfect couple for marriage? Not to me.

Now, to my brother. He acts just like his redneck, white trash, uneducated swine of a father. He treats Mom just like his dad did. A little memo: His dad once forced Mom to scrub the kitchen floor with a toothbrush because she didn't make his dinner the way he liked it. Yes, my brother is behaving the same way. For example:
-He and Mom agreed to share responsibilities, he does laundry and take out the trash, and she cleans and does the dishes. Sounds fair, no? Well...
-He starts the laundry and leaves it for her to dry and fold. He says it's because she doesn't do the dishes every day, so he shouldn't have to finish the laundry.
-He screams at her and calls her an idiot when she makes tea, because it's not the way he likes it.
-He screams at her for having nothing to eat except big dinner things, even though he says he can cook.

BUT these things aren't what has been really bothering me lately. What's been bothering me is that once again I am the low blow on the totem pole. Like, I'm the least important one. Examples:
-My birthday party, that Mom said I could have 3 weeks beforehand, was put on the back burner for a short while because my brother had to take his written test for his license. Which they decided on 3 DAYS prior. I still got my party, but Mom complained almost the whole time.
-I had an eye appointment that Mom told me to set up for around 5 the Tuesday prior to the party. The very same day I made the appointment, my brother complained about his coughing. SO, Mom called the doctor and made an appointment for 5:45 the same night. From home, our doctor is almost an hour away. which means that his appointment got priority over my own. She had forgotten about my appointment, and decided quickly to have her friend take me instead, so I was an hour early to my appointment. (Which was in WalMart, mind you.) And I was there for 3 hours AFTER my appointment.
-Mom said she'd help make me a cloak for the movie. On Friday, Mom said we'd work on it then. But she decided to spend all day in town instead, and was too tired to deal with it. Then, she said that since she didn't have to go to Share Food today, we'd get it done today. Well, she wouldn't listen to me when I told her how the pattern worked, and we had to go into town to ask Mrs. Burris how it worked. Which is how I said it was done. Then, we got one piece cut out, and Randy called saying he was home and that they could go to Brownsburg. So, Mom left, telling me to finish cutting out the second piece and that we'd finish it on Monday and she would sew it up at home.

I love my mother, but enough is enough.