Cowboy
Feb 19, 2004, 01:49 AM
When I was in elementary school, I got called gay, as most kids called eachother for some reason. (Maybe they were not smart enough to think of an original insult?) I ignored that, so alot of the kids started making fun of me for, at the time, me being chubby. I did'nt have much patience for bullcrap, (and still don't) so I immediately told the teacher. Did the same thing every day for about 2 months.
Two kids in particullar were the worst. At the time all this was happening, my dad was going through a rocky divorce with his soon to be ex wife, who was a manic depressant alchoholic, and who had not payed her taxes for 2 years and owed over 25 grand. Finally, one day I was tired of it. The boy that made fun of me the most came up to me and punched me in the arm and called me a fat faggot. I told my teacher, and she said she didn't see it, so she couldn't do anything about it. I told her (she weighed at least 300 and had spider veins coveringb her body) that that didn't suprise me. "I'd have a hard time seeing anything through five punds of lard on my face too. I thought youd be able to relate to them making fun of me, what with you being as fat as you are." I got a parent teacher conference. My dad came home calling her a piece of crap( I'll refrain from using his real language). The day after the conference, the same boy came up to me, and rubbed my shoulder. I told him that he had better keep his hands the hell of of me, or he'll regret it. He rubbed my shoulder again, and said "Ahh come on faggot, you know you wanna gived it to me., then he pulled my chair out and punched me in my stomache. I lost it. I got up, punched him as hard as I could on the side of his neck, then kicked him till the teacher took me off of him. I got sent to the deans office, told him what happened, and he said that he understood, and would talk to my teacher, but that he had to do something, so i got suspended for 2 days. When I came back to school, noone ever messed with me again that year. My teacher never was a bitch to me, and the kid i beat up ended up getting made fun of the rest of the time we went to that school.
After the divorce was final, my dads ex moved to lake city, fl. about 45 minutes away from where my dad and i lived. she took my little brother with her. I'd spend every other weekedn with her. My dad would drive to lake city, and drop me off friday night. She ahd to work until 4 pm, so I couldnt come till 7.... she was too busy drinking lord calvert and coke, crying, smoking, and watching lifetime those 3 hours to spend time with me... I'd get dropped off, shed tell me to look in the fridge for something to eat, then shed go in her room, lock the door, and id smell cigarette smoke coming out of her room till about 10 oclock, when i guess shed pass out. I'd make myself a sandwhich, if there was even enough to make that, eat it, watch tv, and go to bed on the couch. She had didnt want me sleeping in my lil bros bed, even though hed visit my dad, because she didnt want to have to wash the sheets. The next day, shed wake up, take me to walmart, buy a few things (usually 2 liter bottles of coke for her drinks) and ask me to get something. This would go one of two ways. If I said i didnt want anything, she would cry, in the store, and go on about how i did not love her until i did get something. if i never did, shed never stop crying until we got to her work. If i got something, shed be all happy about it, then wed go out to her isuzu trooper, get in, and shed tell me "you dont love me. you wouldnt care for me if i hadnt bought you that. after about 8 timnes of arguing with ehr about this, i finally gave up and just started telling her she was being stupid and id ignore her.
Then wed go to her work, because apparently she couldnt take time off to spend time with me, and shed put me in the break room, where i would sit for about 6 hours with nothing at all to do. (i wasnt allowed to bring my gameboy, she ddnt want to get in trouble with the bosses becuase that thing makes sooo much noise) Shed get done with work, pick me up, stop by a few of the doctors offices in the hospital and flirt, then shed drop me off at a coworkers house to spend the night. Usually the coworker was a piece of crap person, (and only once had i ever met a nice one, and that kind woman appologized for how my mom treated me, and said she hoped things would get better, and that shed drive me home if i wanted to go. i took her up on that offer that time). The next morning Kim (my dads ex) would pick me up, usually with a headache and wreaking of alchohol and smoke, then wed go to her house, and about an hour later my dad would pick me up, and id finally go home. Finally, about 3 years ago, my lil bro and Kim moved to Illinois. I never visited her, because she couldnt afford the plane ticket, even though shed fly down to florida once a month to see her brother. My bro would visit maybe twice a year. He would, however, call my house about once a week, and complain about the crappy way he was being treated. (We later found out that my little brother had been hit by Kims boyfriend, and one xmas he almost didnt come voer because she put him in a mental hospital because he punched kims bf back. he was 10 years old, her bf was 47.i dought he did much harm) Finally, one day Kim calls my dad at work. Shes slying down to florida with all of my lil bros things, and if my dad doesnt come pick him up at the airport, shes putting him up for adoption. My dad picked him up, and this is when i snapped. James, my bro, got moved in, and i pretended like evrything was fine for about 7 months, other than me not talking to kim on the phone.
Finally, one day she was driving by on her way to see her brother, she stopped in, said hi, and asked me how i was doing. i still remember the conversation.
"Hey, son, how have you been doing? I havent talked to you in a while?" She got all teary eyed, and tried to lay a guilt trip on me, came up and hugged me, and said i needed to change. My ass.
"I'm not the one that needs to change, and im about to be doing a whole lot better." I pushed her off of me
"All my life, you have never done anything but try to make everyone around you take pity on you, and all the while been a total bitch. Youre selfish, youre a manic depressant, youre an alchoholic, youb have a severe addiction you cigs, you have no job, you only care about yourself, and you never try to change. Dont you dare ever call me son again. I have tried my hardest to help you my entire life, and done nothing but be there for you in every way i could., yet you always shut me out, blamed me for your problems, however ridiculous that reason would be, and treated me like a piece of unwanted trash. I hate you. Youre a bitch, you threw away my brother, you sleep around, and youve become a piece of trash. Get the hell away from me"
She left crying, shot me a bird, told me she hoped i would die and burn in hell, then left.
I saw her two times later.
About a year later, she came by to pick up my bro for the day. She opened up the door, not knocking, came into my room, and had a neck brace on. she started fumbling through my things, and said i owe it to her to come with me.
"I dont owe you a damn thing. I havent even talked to you on the phone for a year. Get it through youre thick skull, i dont want you in my life. get the hell out of my room." she left, cussing me out on the way out. when my bro got home, i found out they had gone swimming with her bf. my little bro had to sit in the car while kim and her bf went swimming, because she had "forgotten" to bring enough money. he came home, and said that he saw her take her neck brace off. Gotta love the pity card. You see, her bf had had a broken neck about 2 months before that.
I talked to her on the phone today. she said she needed to talk to me, it was urgent. i got on the phone,and said "please get this over with". she cussed me out, told me i was worthless for not having a job, (i quit twon days ago since the place was moving, and i couldnt drive that far and still make it in time for school) she hasnt had a job in over 4 years, yet has a degree in radiology and is a liscenced cardio vasc technocian, as well as a liscenced nurse. i said" im done trying with you. youre never going to change, and i dont care anynore" and hang up.
Two kids in particullar were the worst. At the time all this was happening, my dad was going through a rocky divorce with his soon to be ex wife, who was a manic depressant alchoholic, and who had not payed her taxes for 2 years and owed over 25 grand. Finally, one day I was tired of it. The boy that made fun of me the most came up to me and punched me in the arm and called me a fat faggot. I told my teacher, and she said she didn't see it, so she couldn't do anything about it. I told her (she weighed at least 300 and had spider veins coveringb her body) that that didn't suprise me. "I'd have a hard time seeing anything through five punds of lard on my face too. I thought youd be able to relate to them making fun of me, what with you being as fat as you are." I got a parent teacher conference. My dad came home calling her a piece of crap( I'll refrain from using his real language). The day after the conference, the same boy came up to me, and rubbed my shoulder. I told him that he had better keep his hands the hell of of me, or he'll regret it. He rubbed my shoulder again, and said "Ahh come on faggot, you know you wanna gived it to me., then he pulled my chair out and punched me in my stomache. I lost it. I got up, punched him as hard as I could on the side of his neck, then kicked him till the teacher took me off of him. I got sent to the deans office, told him what happened, and he said that he understood, and would talk to my teacher, but that he had to do something, so i got suspended for 2 days. When I came back to school, noone ever messed with me again that year. My teacher never was a bitch to me, and the kid i beat up ended up getting made fun of the rest of the time we went to that school.
After the divorce was final, my dads ex moved to lake city, fl. about 45 minutes away from where my dad and i lived. she took my little brother with her. I'd spend every other weekedn with her. My dad would drive to lake city, and drop me off friday night. She ahd to work until 4 pm, so I couldnt come till 7.... she was too busy drinking lord calvert and coke, crying, smoking, and watching lifetime those 3 hours to spend time with me... I'd get dropped off, shed tell me to look in the fridge for something to eat, then shed go in her room, lock the door, and id smell cigarette smoke coming out of her room till about 10 oclock, when i guess shed pass out. I'd make myself a sandwhich, if there was even enough to make that, eat it, watch tv, and go to bed on the couch. She had didnt want me sleeping in my lil bros bed, even though hed visit my dad, because she didnt want to have to wash the sheets. The next day, shed wake up, take me to walmart, buy a few things (usually 2 liter bottles of coke for her drinks) and ask me to get something. This would go one of two ways. If I said i didnt want anything, she would cry, in the store, and go on about how i did not love her until i did get something. if i never did, shed never stop crying until we got to her work. If i got something, shed be all happy about it, then wed go out to her isuzu trooper, get in, and shed tell me "you dont love me. you wouldnt care for me if i hadnt bought you that. after about 8 timnes of arguing with ehr about this, i finally gave up and just started telling her she was being stupid and id ignore her.
Then wed go to her work, because apparently she couldnt take time off to spend time with me, and shed put me in the break room, where i would sit for about 6 hours with nothing at all to do. (i wasnt allowed to bring my gameboy, she ddnt want to get in trouble with the bosses becuase that thing makes sooo much noise) Shed get done with work, pick me up, stop by a few of the doctors offices in the hospital and flirt, then shed drop me off at a coworkers house to spend the night. Usually the coworker was a piece of crap person, (and only once had i ever met a nice one, and that kind woman appologized for how my mom treated me, and said she hoped things would get better, and that shed drive me home if i wanted to go. i took her up on that offer that time). The next morning Kim (my dads ex) would pick me up, usually with a headache and wreaking of alchohol and smoke, then wed go to her house, and about an hour later my dad would pick me up, and id finally go home. Finally, about 3 years ago, my lil bro and Kim moved to Illinois. I never visited her, because she couldnt afford the plane ticket, even though shed fly down to florida once a month to see her brother. My bro would visit maybe twice a year. He would, however, call my house about once a week, and complain about the crappy way he was being treated. (We later found out that my little brother had been hit by Kims boyfriend, and one xmas he almost didnt come voer because she put him in a mental hospital because he punched kims bf back. he was 10 years old, her bf was 47.i dought he did much harm) Finally, one day Kim calls my dad at work. Shes slying down to florida with all of my lil bros things, and if my dad doesnt come pick him up at the airport, shes putting him up for adoption. My dad picked him up, and this is when i snapped. James, my bro, got moved in, and i pretended like evrything was fine for about 7 months, other than me not talking to kim on the phone.
Finally, one day she was driving by on her way to see her brother, she stopped in, said hi, and asked me how i was doing. i still remember the conversation.
"Hey, son, how have you been doing? I havent talked to you in a while?" She got all teary eyed, and tried to lay a guilt trip on me, came up and hugged me, and said i needed to change. My ass.
"I'm not the one that needs to change, and im about to be doing a whole lot better." I pushed her off of me
"All my life, you have never done anything but try to make everyone around you take pity on you, and all the while been a total bitch. Youre selfish, youre a manic depressant, youre an alchoholic, youb have a severe addiction you cigs, you have no job, you only care about yourself, and you never try to change. Dont you dare ever call me son again. I have tried my hardest to help you my entire life, and done nothing but be there for you in every way i could., yet you always shut me out, blamed me for your problems, however ridiculous that reason would be, and treated me like a piece of unwanted trash. I hate you. Youre a bitch, you threw away my brother, you sleep around, and youve become a piece of trash. Get the hell away from me"
She left crying, shot me a bird, told me she hoped i would die and burn in hell, then left.
I saw her two times later.
About a year later, she came by to pick up my bro for the day. She opened up the door, not knocking, came into my room, and had a neck brace on. she started fumbling through my things, and said i owe it to her to come with me.
"I dont owe you a damn thing. I havent even talked to you on the phone for a year. Get it through youre thick skull, i dont want you in my life. get the hell out of my room." she left, cussing me out on the way out. when my bro got home, i found out they had gone swimming with her bf. my little bro had to sit in the car while kim and her bf went swimming, because she had "forgotten" to bring enough money. he came home, and said that he saw her take her neck brace off. Gotta love the pity card. You see, her bf had had a broken neck about 2 months before that.
I talked to her on the phone today. she said she needed to talk to me, it was urgent. i got on the phone,and said "please get this over with". she cussed me out, told me i was worthless for not having a job, (i quit twon days ago since the place was moving, and i couldnt drive that far and still make it in time for school) she hasnt had a job in over 4 years, yet has a degree in radiology and is a liscenced cardio vasc technocian, as well as a liscenced nurse. i said" im done trying with you. youre never going to change, and i dont care anynore" and hang up.