Fuck, am I wrong?
I'm sharing a house with a manipulative alcoholic asshole who it seems will not leave without being forced bodily--aka, my mother's boyfriend. He's been with us a year and ten months, after we (as he omitted) rescued him from from a homeless shelter in Glen Burnie. I have never met an individual that I really wanted to hurt, especially to protect my family. He is deceitful, mean, conniving, and extremely conceited. He truly does not believe that he has ever done anything wrong. He has the balls to call my mother a 'cold-hearted bitch' numerous times, after she has let him stay here, paid his bail money, found him work (twice), cleaned up after him, and listened to his mouth run constantly every day--even to the detriment of her own employment.
He went and bought a six-pack of beer and a miniature bottle of whiskey (hiding the latter) last night after getting off work at 9 pm--knowing that he was scheduled to go back at noon (of course, he didn't go). He went outside and screamed to a friend on his cellphone, then came inside and screamed at my mother. Eventually, she gave him several warm outfits and locked him outside--where he continued to scream. Her bedroom is on the bottom floor, so she climbed in bed with me on the second floor to escape the noise. I'm not sure about her, but I didn't sleep very much.
This morning, there was more fighting. I know we're just giving him what he wants when we do that. He wants attention--and he's gotten it from the moment he set foot in the door last night until now. It only takes a beer or two for him to start acting like this (which is really just an amplified version of how he behaves normally), and it's just so he'll have something else on which to blame his behavior. He was able to use my late aunt's name to get a job at the place she used to work, and now is complaining about my brother and I's lack of employment, like he's been working for over 3 months. Congratulations, I'm glad my dead aunt was able to get you a job. No one else would hire you.
The only thing this man wouldn't complain about is himself. Nothing is ever good enough for him. He's often complained about my mom's cooking, his truck, the shoes he buys--anything he can think of. And it doesn't matter what point he's fighting about, he'll completely switch his viewpoint five minutes later. He basically doesn't understand how to fix the car when it breaks down, but will argue with my mom and explain how to fix something in a way that's completely wrong. She'll tell him the right way and then he'll say "Well, what if--" and then repeat what she's just said.
He says he doesn't want to be an alcoholic. While he was serving his six months of home incarceration (while under strict orders not to drink), all the while saying that he was through with drinking. Then today he has the nerve to say that it was his choice not to drink. He was forced by the State of West Virginia not to drink. He had the choice not to go to jail--again.
I knew he would still be here when I got home this evening from my grandmother's. I knew that Mom wouldn't follow through with throwing him out. She never does. She always keeps him. The episode before this one (or was it two episodes? I've lost track), she called the police, but didn't make the cop do anything once he arrived. I REALLY wanted to call them last night, and most likely should have. Whenever he leaves--IF he ever leaves, he will have to be escorted. He will not leave when told. He will not leave when kicked, or slapped, or screamed at.
He is the most distainful, bigoted, selfish, ignorant human being I have ever known, and he's still here.
He went and bought a six-pack of beer and a miniature bottle of whiskey (hiding the latter) last night after getting off work at 9 pm--knowing that he was scheduled to go back at noon (of course, he didn't go). He went outside and screamed to a friend on his cellphone, then came inside and screamed at my mother. Eventually, she gave him several warm outfits and locked him outside--where he continued to scream. Her bedroom is on the bottom floor, so she climbed in bed with me on the second floor to escape the noise. I'm not sure about her, but I didn't sleep very much.
This morning, there was more fighting. I know we're just giving him what he wants when we do that. He wants attention--and he's gotten it from the moment he set foot in the door last night until now. It only takes a beer or two for him to start acting like this (which is really just an amplified version of how he behaves normally), and it's just so he'll have something else on which to blame his behavior. He was able to use my late aunt's name to get a job at the place she used to work, and now is complaining about my brother and I's lack of employment, like he's been working for over 3 months. Congratulations, I'm glad my dead aunt was able to get you a job. No one else would hire you.
The only thing this man wouldn't complain about is himself. Nothing is ever good enough for him. He's often complained about my mom's cooking, his truck, the shoes he buys--anything he can think of. And it doesn't matter what point he's fighting about, he'll completely switch his viewpoint five minutes later. He basically doesn't understand how to fix the car when it breaks down, but will argue with my mom and explain how to fix something in a way that's completely wrong. She'll tell him the right way and then he'll say "Well, what if--" and then repeat what she's just said.
He says he doesn't want to be an alcoholic. While he was serving his six months of home incarceration (while under strict orders not to drink), all the while saying that he was through with drinking. Then today he has the nerve to say that it was his choice not to drink. He was forced by the State of West Virginia not to drink. He had the choice not to go to jail--again.
I knew he would still be here when I got home this evening from my grandmother's. I knew that Mom wouldn't follow through with throwing him out. She never does. She always keeps him. The episode before this one (or was it two episodes? I've lost track), she called the police, but didn't make the cop do anything once he arrived. I REALLY wanted to call them last night, and most likely should have. Whenever he leaves--IF he ever leaves, he will have to be escorted. He will not leave when told. He will not leave when kicked, or slapped, or screamed at.
He is the most distainful, bigoted, selfish, ignorant human being I have ever known, and he's still here.