My mom is dating a 30 yr old alcoholic pile. No job. They met in rehab 5 months ago. Influences her to be a worse alcoholic than she already is. He said some fucked up things to my sister Sunday, and also to my GF last week. So on Sunday I rolled over there to see what he had to say. When I got to my moms apt and called out his name, he rushed me with a beer bottle and tried to hit me over the head with it, but he got tackled to the ground and choked out and socked up. He was slow and drunk so this is no accomplishment.
I left and was chilling at my sisters house when I get a call from my girl saying a detective was looking for me and trying to get a hold of me. I called him and was told that I was to be charged with felony aggravated assault, and to stay and wait where im at for an officer to come and get me. When they got there though, they instead took my statement and decided not to take me downtown. Apparently my mom and her bf changed the story and said I was the one wielding the bottle, hence the felony upgrade. Thankfully the responding the officer was somewhat understanding and seemed to realize there was some discrepancies in their statement. I was allowed to walk free and told to wait for charges to come in the mail.
Sucks to know my mom is willing to lie on her drunk ass bf's behalf in order to give her son a felony charge, I feel betrayed, hurt, angry, disappointed, and sad all in one breath.
The biggest L that I took from the scenario was when my mom scratched the fuck out of me and ripped off my favorite shirt when I was choking him out. You know that one shirt that you feel is lucky, fits perfect, that you skate extra good in? Yeah its gone.
My weekend sucked basically.
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