He kept calling it “an accident,” but nobody accidentally throws a glass hurricane candle hard enough to split someone’s forehead open.
It happened during their engagement dinner. Lacy had been drinking wine all afternoon and snapping at everybody. At one point she started complaining about how expensive the house process was getting, and my brother laughed and said, “Good thing my brother’s basically our backup bank.”
I told him right there I wasn’t comfortable co-signing on a $700,000 mortgage.
Lacy smiled at me across the table and said, “Relax. It’s not like you have kids depending on you.”
Then I stood up to leave and she followed me into the kitchen still yelling. Next thing I knew, blood was running down my face onto my shirt.
The ER doctor asked if I wanted to report it.
I almost said no.
Then my brother texted me:
“Stay away from us.”
So the next morning, while sitting in my car outside the pharmacy waiting for antibiotics, I called the lender myself and removed my name from everything.
Three days later, my brother finally showed up at my apartment.
Not to apologize.
He wanted to know if there was “any way” I could fix the loan before they lost the deposit.