I’m 63 and my nephew recently introduced me to Reddit. He suggested I post this story here.
Names have been changed for the protection of those involved.
TL;DR at the bottom.
Background:
My Mother died when I was 15 years old and I spent nearly all of my youth living in institutions, foster homes, boy’s schools and group homes till I was 17 years old. It was then that I was returned home to live with my Father. Throughout my life I had very little experience living in a normal “Family Home Experience” and rather craved to live that way. As it turned out, I had a female school bus driver who I sat up front and talked to everyday to and from school and got to know a little. In short she was divorced with two daughters and I found out that she like to occasionally take her daughters to the roller skating rink.
The Fuck Up:
Then I hit on an idea. I liked to go to roller skating also. So I asked my Father to take me to the roller skating rink some night and explained to him that since his Father and Step Mother didn’t live far away, he would be able to go visit them while I roller skated. Of course it was a shot in the dark that Pat would also be taking her daughters to the skating rink on the same night but it sure didn’t hurt that I planted the idea in Pat’s head simply by having the conversation with her on the school bus. Well, my Father drops me off and proceeds to my Grandparent’s home and I proceed to go about getting my skates and heading out on the rink. Low and behold, Pat shows up with her daughters, Kathy and Diane. Well, I meet up with Pat and go about helping her with her daughters. Of course we spent most of the time conversing the evening away while skating. Finally she decides it is time to go and I again help her to get her daughters ready to leave. We were headed out to her car when all of a sudden my Father drives up. So being a gentleman that I have been raised to be, I introduce the two adult to each other. The next thing I know I am left with Pat’s daughters for quite some time by Pat’s car while Pat and my Father are about 100 feet away carrying on quite a conversation. Eventually, they stall their conversation long enough to take us kids to a bar and grill for pizza for dinner. Dinner was great and we had fun and my plan was going along great. I was headed towards my goal of having a real family existence. Or so I thought! It wasn’t long and the next thing you know we are all living together in a new larger apartment that we moved into just like a real family with a Mommy and a Daddy and I had two new sisters. Slowly but surely my plans started to backfire. While I wanted a complete family, Pat just wanted a man in her life and she did not want to share him. While my father and I would sometimes play Chess together, we had not done so in a long time and one Sunday I reminded my Father of this and he told me to set up the board. Once the board was set up we sat down together and had each proceeded to make a couple of moves when Pat came out of the bedroom. She saw us playing Chess together and turned around and returned to the bedroom slamming the door. It was at this point that my Father told me I should put the Chess game up for now. We never played again. Another time I had asked my Father about us all going to the stock car races together since I had learned that Pat would sometimes take her daughters there and my Father had previously taken me there. He informed me that it would be quite an expensive venture what with 5 people involved. I was working at the time as a busboy in a restaurant so a couple of weeks later I approached my Father again about the stock car races while giving him $100.00 to help cover the expenses for me and my two new sisters. I was left with the impression that it was a go. The next thing I know I am being informed one Friday evening after dinner that Pat and my Father were going over to a friend’s house for socializing and I was asked if I would spend the evening babysitting my new sisters? Of course I had no problem with this. Then Sunday evening my Grandparents showed up to visit and while the adults sat around the dining table chatting and drinking, I sat nearby in the living room with my new sisters watching TV. While I wasn’t paying too much attention to what was going on in the dining room, I did happen to pick up part of a conversation about something that happened on Friday evening at the stock car races. WHAT!?!?!? Someone please tell me I didn’t just hear what I thought I just heard! You’re kidding me, RIGHT? He went without me?! Well, I’m just a kid in this situation even though I was 17 at the time, so what could I do about it except move on? And finally it was my birthday, the day after Christmas and I guess it was something my Father had always looked forward to doing and that was to take me out on my 18th birthday barhopping. (Drinking age was 18 at the time.) I won’t go into the details now but needless to say Pat did her best to try and destroy the evening. And although it was quite apparent she was not happy at all, I made the best of it and did tie one on. Finally I did return to school after the holidays and one afternoon I returned home from school and suddenly became aware just how dirty the kitchen floor had become. So I proceeded to go about washing and waxing the kitchen floor. Just as I had finished the job and was blocking off the kitchen doorways till the wax dried Pat came home from work and suddenly realized she could not get into the kitchen to get herself a soda out of the refrigerator. So off she went to the bedroom slamming the door. At 5 PM sharp, my Father arrives home from work and Pat comes flying out of the bedroom and attacks him at the front door about how I needed to mind my own business and stay out of things that I had no right to be involved in. Well, he figured out what was going on and what could he say? So he said nothing and the more he said nothing, the more she kept bitching. And she continued on all the way through cooking dinner. And we set the dinner table and she is still bitching. We put the food and drinks out on the table and she is still bitching. We gather at the table and we are sitting down and she is still bitching. Father is saying nothing all this time. Then I lost it! I looked at my Father at the other end of the table and said, “Will you please tell that fucking bitch to shut the fuck up?” OOPS!!! The next thing I know, my Father picks up his chair and I looked backed at him sort of shocked and all I could think of was how to block that chair if it came flying at me. So I picked up my chair. Sure enough his chair comes flying at me. Food, glasses of milk, dishes and silverware went flying everywhere. The next thing I know he is chasing me around the table and down the hall, beating and kicking the shit out of me calling me every name in the book. Finally after an exchange of words between the two of us he turns around and returns to the dining room. Pat continues to bitch. Sometime around 8 or 9 PM as Pat is continuing to bitch because he still has refused to reprimand me for cleaning the kitchen floor, he suddenly decided he had enough and told her to go pack his bag. Pat replies, “No!” Father replies, “Do you want your teeth in the morning?” She proceeds to the bedroom where she then packs a suitcase for him. Then she returns to the living room, deposits the bag there and she returns to the bedroom. Father then proceeds to deposit my clock radio and a bottle of booze into the suitcase, close it up, pick the suitcase up and walks out the door. Pat then comes out of the bedroom and tells me to go pack my bag. I tell that I will not. She calls the police. They arrive and she then explains to the police that she wants me out. When she gets done talking to the cops, I ask if it is my turn. Once given the OK I reach into the dining room hutch and pull out the lease to the apartment. I hand the lease over to the cops and explain, “On that lease you will see the name, Arthur B. McAlister. That is my Father. You will see the name, Patricia Ann McAlister; I do not know who that is. Her name is Patricia Ann Donner. Then you will see my name David A. McAlister. Then you will see the names of her daughters, Kathleen and Diane Donner.” The cop looks at Pat and informs her that he cannot make me leave since I am on the lease. So the cops leave and Pat calls a friend of hers who comes over and helps her pack up some stuff and get her daughters out of bed and they all leave. Sometime around midnight my Father returns with his suitcase and goes to bed. The next thing I know it is the next morning and my Father is on his way out the door going to work and he turns around and looks at me and tells me that I better be gone when he returns from work. I was nice while it lasted, I think.
TL;DR:
I hooked my father up with a woman to try to have a normal family. She was a total bitch and got me kicked out of the house.
Submitted June 05, 2016 at 11:00PM by gmc90519 http://ift.tt/25FHWfy tifu
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