Brother: Let’s get a Stouffer’s lasagna.  Those things kick ass.
Me: Can’t afford it.
Brother: What do you mean, can’t afford it?
Me: Simple, can’t afford it.  We are $75 short on an electric bill that’s due tomorrow, and there are no extensions.
Brother: Whatever.

I get it now.  My brother and Hitler truly think that our financial struggles aren’t real.  They just assume everything will be taken care of.  They assume that if the man and I are staying in our house, that means we’ve tapped some kind of financial fountain of eternity, when in reality we are going to depend on the income from renting out their rooms (to people who will actually pay) just to keep from being thrown out!!!

I am upset about this.  I feel disrespected.  Not just “not respected,” but actively disrespected.  And I raised him better than that.  I don’t expect much from Hitler, in terms of respect.  Or the man.  But it hurts that my brother has such blatant disregard for me and my situation.