Bad Things Happen

Guy

When I was about 7 years old, my life became hell. A man named Guy knocked on our door and before I knew it he was living with us as my mom's new boyfriend. Let me tell you, he was not a good person.. Guy; Anthony was a alcoholic. Fun, woo, yay! The only thing I benefited from him was my cat Bella. And I appreciate him getting me that cat.. But it doesn't cover for the fact that he called my mother names that I cannot forgive him for. He called me names too but I don't care. When he was drunk, he got angry. He never physically abused either of us other than pushing us or something like that but he did verbally abuse us. One night that I will never forget is when I was 13 and Anthony had gotten drunk again.. My mom was in her bedroom because she didn't want to deal with him and I was in the living room. I don't remember what I was arguing with him about but I was yelling, man I was yelling. And all I remember is him saying "If your dad really cared about you, he'd be right here! But he's not. I am." and I lost it.. I lost it. When he left I started crying and I wanted to scream at him. But that would have done no good. Let me give you a disclaimer, Anthony was not honestly like the worst person ever like I'm making him out to be but I despise him more than I have anybody else. Sometimes he would talk about my family, and that's when I would scream at him. He talked about my brother and how he would "inject shit into his veins." And how he used my mother's money to do so.. Which is not true. And if he talked about my father, even if it wasn't negative, I'd hit him. And when I hit him, I'd get in trouble. Which I did often.

One night I was at my dad's and I wanted to go home, for whatever reason, so my dad took me to my apartments where I lived with my mom and Anthony at the time. We knocked on the door and Anthony opened it.. unfortunately.. And to no surprise, he was drunk. And he was angry. My mom came and my dad explained that I wanted to come home and my dad put his foot in the doorway so that he could put my backpack down on the side and Anthony pushed him out and said he was entering without his consent or some dumb crap.. Well that one push escalated into a full out fist fight and yelling and by now all of my neighbors were outside and calling the police. My mom held me while my dad and Anthony were fighting because I was yelling and trying to break from my mom and just.. I don't know what I would have done. I wanted to just push Anthony out of there and scream at him. But he ended up breaking my dad's thumb.. When the police got there they talked to my mom and Anthony and at my dad's house they talked to me and my dad. They talked to us separate. They told me not to leave anything out and to be honest.. Which I was. I think I told them everything that I told you and that it wasn't my dad's fault. And you wanna know what is absolutely BS? Anthony could have pressed charges against my father but he didn't. And he's lucky he didn't.. But press charges for what? For a first, it's not Anthony's house. And second, my dad didn't do anything wrong..

There are so many stories that I can share with you about Anthony, like that he stepped on my hamster on accident or put my cat in the freezer as a joke or always used to throw my cat in the pool. Or that he punched a hole in our wall or hid a gun in our pantry. It's all old news now. But you know what else? When I told my friends about him they weren't allowed to come over to my house because their parents didn't want them around Anthony. Exactly. Nobody liked him but my mother and I could never understand why she went back to him every time that she left him. I dealt with him for 6 years. 6 fucking years. And during those years I gained some qualities. What are those qualities? Anger issues, depression, anxiety, and I started staying in my room 24/7 which is still what I do now. When my mom and Anthony would fight, it was horrible to listen to. One night I locked my door and opened my window, I climbed out and went down the street to my best friend Bailee's house because I just couldn't deal with it anymore. I despise Anthony with all of my heart. Sometimes I even threatened to go live with my dad because I hated him so much. And my mom would tell me I could because she knew I wouldn't.. But I would if they got married. I also told her I wouldn't go to their wedding, which I knew broke her heart but if I went it would break my heart. But happily, he is no longer in the picture. Definitely.