This is why
This is why Im broken down. This is the story why Ive been down and sad as of late. This is what went down at the end of this school year.
In like late march or early april,my stepdad went to the bar. He was supposed to come home around 5. he didnt, my mom called. Somehow it spurred into a fight, and she was told to leave or something. so she can home, packed a few things, n left. My stepdad came home shortly after, and asked about y she left and acted like nothing happened. He acted clueless and dumbfounded. My mom came back home to talk to me or something. He stayed in her face yelling things at her. he repeatedly yelled "stupid fuck" at her, less than an inch away from her face. I had almsot went out and got in the middle of it then.
but i went in my room. a bit later i heard the backdoor slam, and i went out to see my mom on the ground with her head against a metal pole, and she was holding it, nearly crying. I jumped out the dorr and pushed my stepdad. he then pushed me and then he swan. We fought. And before I laid him out, my mom jumped in the middle, knowing i wouldnt touch her. he stood straight back up, and even hit me once more. Then i cussed him out, and my mom tried to calm me down
earlier, my mom had my sister call the cops. She wanted them to do something with him so she could pack and go, but then they tried telling the cops not too. The cops came still about 10 minutes after the fight. i had packed a few things, along with my sister, and we were putting it in my car, and then we went to my/her friends house. I came back for something, and the cops started asking me questions. I went back to my friends, and told my sisters the cops wanted to talk to her.
She came back, and soon we saw my mom leave with the cops. Turns out she slapped gary. Which, she should of never been charged for, seeing he provoked her and agitated it. but it happened. I went to school the next day with a black eye and a bump. Came home n got more clothes while gary was still gone to work. i then went to my friends. My mom called later saying gary wasnt at work, but he was getting my mom out of jail. She said it was my choice whether i come home that night. But i came hom later, and the house stayed silent whenever i was in the room for the next week almost
about two days after my mom came home, i called my dad. I told him, and i made him promise not to call and ask about it. He broke that promise when i was sleeping that night. He called my mom. He said he wanted me to call back. So i did, and he was demanding i dont live there with my stepdad. he wanted me to find somewhere else around here, or move to TN. there was no where for me to go, so i was stuck heading to TN. I didnt want my parents to fight in court, so we just went with it. A day later, i heard my mom on the phone telling my aunt that the cops asked gary if he wanted me taken to jail, and if he wanted to press charges. he said no. If i was 18, his answer wouldnt of mattered.
So my dad gave me two weeks. then he tried changing it to the nexct weekend, which was the next day. I said it couldnt be done, and he said this "one you fucking decide what to do with your fucking life, let me know" then hung up on me
so i called the next day, and he had an attitude with me, and told me to go where he was, at my grandpas. i said no cuz i dont wanna fight with him in front of the whole family, because obviously it was going to happen. then he said something like "fine, you want to forget that u have a father?" and then he said he had been calling me and leaving messages (not true) and that he wasnt gonna play my games. then once again he said "once you fucking figure out what your goinng do with your life, let me know" then hung up on me again
about a month later, my cousin was getting married. I was at youth group/church. He pulled up as i was in the parking lot, and stared at me. i said "what?" then he said "dont what me, ill get out of this truck and beat your ass right here" right in the middle of a church parking lot. So i walked over and asked what he wanted again, and he said i better call. he left, and i called my mom asking. turns out he had stopped at home. He even told my mom he wudnt come see me, which he did.
It hurts. I break down every time the thought of my dad comes up. It destroys me.
In like late march or early april,my stepdad went to the bar. He was supposed to come home around 5. he didnt, my mom called. Somehow it spurred into a fight, and she was told to leave or something. so she can home, packed a few things, n left. My stepdad came home shortly after, and asked about y she left and acted like nothing happened. He acted clueless and dumbfounded. My mom came back home to talk to me or something. He stayed in her face yelling things at her. he repeatedly yelled "stupid fuck" at her, less than an inch away from her face. I had almsot went out and got in the middle of it then.
but i went in my room. a bit later i heard the backdoor slam, and i went out to see my mom on the ground with her head against a metal pole, and she was holding it, nearly crying. I jumped out the dorr and pushed my stepdad. he then pushed me and then he swan. We fought. And before I laid him out, my mom jumped in the middle, knowing i wouldnt touch her. he stood straight back up, and even hit me once more. Then i cussed him out, and my mom tried to calm me down
earlier, my mom had my sister call the cops. She wanted them to do something with him so she could pack and go, but then they tried telling the cops not too. The cops came still about 10 minutes after the fight. i had packed a few things, along with my sister, and we were putting it in my car, and then we went to my/her friends house. I came back for something, and the cops started asking me questions. I went back to my friends, and told my sisters the cops wanted to talk to her.
She came back, and soon we saw my mom leave with the cops. Turns out she slapped gary. Which, she should of never been charged for, seeing he provoked her and agitated it. but it happened. I went to school the next day with a black eye and a bump. Came home n got more clothes while gary was still gone to work. i then went to my friends. My mom called later saying gary wasnt at work, but he was getting my mom out of jail. She said it was my choice whether i come home that night. But i came hom later, and the house stayed silent whenever i was in the room for the next week almost
about two days after my mom came home, i called my dad. I told him, and i made him promise not to call and ask about it. He broke that promise when i was sleeping that night. He called my mom. He said he wanted me to call back. So i did, and he was demanding i dont live there with my stepdad. he wanted me to find somewhere else around here, or move to TN. there was no where for me to go, so i was stuck heading to TN. I didnt want my parents to fight in court, so we just went with it. A day later, i heard my mom on the phone telling my aunt that the cops asked gary if he wanted me taken to jail, and if he wanted to press charges. he said no. If i was 18, his answer wouldnt of mattered.
So my dad gave me two weeks. then he tried changing it to the nexct weekend, which was the next day. I said it couldnt be done, and he said this "one you fucking decide what to do with your fucking life, let me know" then hung up on me
so i called the next day, and he had an attitude with me, and told me to go where he was, at my grandpas. i said no cuz i dont wanna fight with him in front of the whole family, because obviously it was going to happen. then he said something like "fine, you want to forget that u have a father?" and then he said he had been calling me and leaving messages (not true) and that he wasnt gonna play my games. then once again he said "once you fucking figure out what your goinng do with your life, let me know" then hung up on me again
about a month later, my cousin was getting married. I was at youth group/church. He pulled up as i was in the parking lot, and stared at me. i said "what?" then he said "dont what me, ill get out of this truck and beat your ass right here" right in the middle of a church parking lot. So i walked over and asked what he wanted again, and he said i better call. he left, and i called my mom asking. turns out he had stopped at home. He even told my mom he wudnt come see me, which he did.
It hurts. I break down every time the thought of my dad comes up. It destroys me.