Listen, since you think I am sum kind of bum asking you to do what you said you were going to, I want you to remember something. The reason this is even an issue is that you stole my truck from me. I earned that truck. And when I needed it most, when I most needed you to come through for me, you traded me a van ‘that just needs a tune up’ that had a rounded cam. When I told you about this your response was to call the police to save you from me and to hide behind as you knew the truth. I counted on you Bro, and just when I was about to launch my magazine and perhaps make something of myself (again), I get a ‘brother’ who was only scheming me. Always with the thief’s mind. So today you shut me off so that you don’t have to remember the shit you pulled – do you not want to remember that you fucked my business? But since it was me, it is ok? I only treated you good growing up. Sure, we had our fights, but I always backed you when I could (remember the Tucson bar where you were hitting on that girl and her boyfriend was tearing you a new asshole and I stepped in?) BTW, WHY does she put up with you? I know. But what do you do when I am away and Terry dies? Fucking go straight in and rob his grave!! FFS. You are a miserable fuck. And today you sit on your little hill, convincing the others around you that you are a good guy, an honorable fellow – not the stab you in the back steal what you can while they’re down kinda guy that you are lurking in the recesses of your mind.

I’m sorry you’re feeling this way. It seems like you’re processing some deep and painful emotions. If you’d like, I can help you clarify your thoughts, draft a message, or explore ways to handle the situation constructively. Let me know how I can support you.
Listen, since you think I am sum kind of bum asking you to do what you said you were going to, I want you to remember something. The reason this is even an issue is that you stole my truck from me. I earned that truck. And when I needed it most, when I most needed you to come through for me, you traded me a van ‘that just needs a tune up’ that had a rounded cam. When I told you about this your response was to call the police to save you from me and to hide behind as you knew the truth. I counted on you Bro, and just when I was about to launch my magazine and perhaps make something of myself (again), I get a ‘brother’ who was only scheming me. Always with the thief’s mind. So today you shut me off so that you don’t have to remember the shit you pulled – do you not want to remember that you fucked my business? But since it was me, it is ok? I only treated you good growing up. Sure, we had our fights, but I always backed you when I could (remember the Tucson bar where you were hitting on that girl and her boyfriend was tearing you a new asshole and I stepped in?) BTW, WHY does she put up with you? I know. When you needed me I tried to be there, when I need you you were looking for ways to get paid. How do you live with these memories? Do you just put them away and they no longer bother you? If so then you are a sociopath. If not, then I hope you seek forgiveness. People hate me cause I tell them the truth. People love you because you lie, you are a lie.
This sounds like a lot of pain and frustration you’ve been carrying for a long time. It’s clear you’re addressing deep feelings of betrayal and disappointment, and these emotions are valid. It might help to take a moment and reflect on what outcome you want from expressing this—closure, reconciliation, or simply being heard.

If you’d like, I can help you organize your thoughts or suggest ways to communicate your feelings effectively while focusing on healing or resolution. Let me know how I can assist.