Earlier this morning my mother had asked me to create a joint e-mail account for her and my step-dad. Within minutes I had created an appropriate login information and a password for them to remember giving them an option to change it later in case they want to personalize it. I gave the information to both my mom and my step-dad to look over. I did not expect the kind of reaction my step-father was going to have. First he asked why there's a number at the end of the e-mail name and what did the number symbolize. I explained that the desired name they had wanted was not available, which means someone who coincidentally shares the same initials might have used it first. He demanded to know who the person was and why this person took the name. I had no answer for this. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I told him that the computer suggests different formats that uses some parts of the desired name hence the number at the end of it. But he wasn't having it!
He lost his temper and started yelling at my mother. Saying that "nobody in this household ever tells me anything and I am always the last to know" -- considering that there's no one else in the house but my little brother and my parents and they were the first one to know everything before my brothers even find out about ANYTHING. I felt annoyed and aggravated that he would make a big deal out of something petty as an e-mail address. So instead of standing there and listen to his rant I just went to my room.
I could still hear him arguing my mom. And it's always like this ever since. He would yell and argue, she would try to reason out and she is always wrong. In the beginning my mom would cry but she got used to it over time and she just kept her mouth shut and would give him the silent treatment. He would never admit that he's wrong or being unreasonable, so he would never apologize either. Just sweep everything under a rug as if it wasn't there.
Finally, my mom snapped and says, "so you expect us to be robots and try to read your mind so the next time, we'll know what you're thinking?" Because of this, my step-dad tipped the dining table over spilling the food that my mom had cooked and prepared for lunch. Broken glass on the floor mixed in with food. It didn't stop there either. He started throwing things at my mom and that's when my little brother and I rushed to the kitchen to see what was going on and protect her if she is hurt. When we got there, my little brother tried to stop my step-dad by trying to block his path and keep him from throwing things. The old man saw this as an 'attack' so he grabbed my 17 year old brother and started strangling him. Checking that my mom was okay and not hurt I turned to my brother, slammed the old man against the floor as he let go of my brother. I placed my right knee against his chest and looked him in the eyes and threatened to kill him if he ever touches and hurt my mom or my brother again. He kept yelling, "let go of me, you fucking faggot!" I have learned to control my temper but this was an exception. I looked at my mom and asked him to give me a knife so I can stab the bastard to death. My mother grabbed me off of him and I ran out of the house. My little brother went to his room with my mom.
Later, my little brother went outside to see me only to tell me to hop in the car. I didn't understand. But he drove us to his friend's house which is a block away. He needed to call the police because as he was making his way out of the house he mentions that he saw the old man carrying a rifle and that our mother might get hurt.
From what my mother told me of that event. She was able to find the ammo for the rifle and she hid it. So even though the old man was walking around the house with a rifle, it was not loaded. Still, at my brother's friend's house he had called the police and told them everything as calm as he could. He could not let himself break down to cry. Then I called my older brother who was at work, to come home right away. There was a sense of emergency in my tone so my big brother didn't ask any questions.
When the cops arrived at the house, they were knocking at the door ordering to open up. The old man refused. So they sent the back-up to surround the house. Finally, the old man stepped out and the two cops grabbed him and cuffed him against the front lawn in front of the neighbors. That gave the old man a rude awakening. Due to his temper and pettiness, he had caused such an uproar that let him to his public humiliation.
The cops asked my mom if she was okay and if she wanted to press charges. But she didn't. The cops let the old man go but suggested that my mom drive off to where her sons are. After the cops have left, my older brother stopped by at the house. He rang the bell and the old man answered, he was by himself. My big brother, who is the quiet observer and tolerates a lot of shit, for the first time stood up and spoke out, "If I find out that you hurt our mom, I swear I'm going to burn you alive!" and then he was on his way to meet us.
The three of us siblings decided to move out permanently. It was unexpected but it was necessary. We moved out that same day as well. Staying temporarily at one of my big brother's friend whom we consider a family-friend. My mother, contemplating to file for divorce is at home trying to figure out the next steps.
After 13 years of putting up with that bullshit, enough is enough!
