Physically, mentally, and emotionally abused his biological son and me, threatened my mother with a firearm, tried to have his debts pushed onto my mother(including his companies bankruptcy). Blamed a lot of it on his pain medication after he hurt his back(even the shit that happened years before then). He is what led to a large part of my family finally breaking.
Last I saw of him, we was sitting alone in a shitty hotel bar with no one to talk to, unemployed, and living in his late mother’s rotting home. He deserved worse. If there was a hell, it would be a paradise against what he deserves in my eyes.
what a god-awful human being.
He was an abusive narcist. I hate throwing the term around, but it’s the only thing that fit his personality and mental condition. It took my mother over 13 years to break free.
i totally get it. this isn’t as bad as yours but my “friend” fucked up my mental state for a while, nothing was ever good enough for them, they treated me like an animal that they could control. they’re only nice when they need attention/validation, they would act like nothing happened and that everything was fine after calling me useless just before.
im so sorry that happened, by the way :( i don’t even know him and i hate how he sounds. how are you doing now?
Better now, I like to think. Still working through some of the anger left from that time because it was an unhealthy crutch I leaned on. Had to work through a lot of complexes I didn’t realize I had.
And, in a fucked up way, that time gives me pride in who I am. A poly-pan transwoman, everything that would piss him off to see. I can look at myself in the mirror and be proud, because I had to get past the hate for myself he tried to push into me. It’s another push to keep standing, speaking and fighting for myself and those like me, because no one should have to walk that path and wear this armor.
who was he in relation to you? and i’m so proud you get to express yourself :) im poly, pan, and male for now but questioning transfem
Stepfather. Was the only reason I got my chance to get out before things got really bad, my father finally sat my mother down and threatened to take everything to court if he had to, she could stay in the shit if she wanted, but he was getting me out and getting everything we needed to protect ourselves.
i hope that man went to jail, im sorry he didn’t accept your identity
I don’t know if he was the most awful person I ever knew, but in the 45 minutes I’ve known him, he talked about his trip in Thailand that was all about drugs and women in a disturbing manner. He offered me to play throwing giant switchblades at a dartboard, which I accepted, not wanting to appear rude. Porn was playing and bags of white powder were laying around on the coffee table while we wrecked the dartboard completely. I can’t recall but I think there were also pictures of people on them to which he said that it would make the game more interesting. He then showed me the rest of his apartment. I thanked him, told him that I would need some time to think about becoming his roomie and would call him back and walked out of there never to return there again.
Didn’t call the police or mentioned this to anybody and thankfully never saw him again, so no idea.
