Not really sure if this qualifies for r/entitled people but here we go. So for a bit of background, though I was a complete asshole to my brother in the past, I was and still am very protective over him. My brother and I are both on the AS (Autism Spectrum) with my brother being a little worse off than I am. He to this day, does not understand a lot of social situations, and even has trouble holding down a full time job that isn't calm nine times out of ten.
Now my brother and I lived the first few years of our lives as Navy Brats, and I as a proud American citizen have A LOT of respect for our armed forces. I even work at a retail store in my home state and a lot of veterans show up to the store during my shift and I'll of course salute them no matter what war they're from because I've got so much respect for them. This will be important much later on in the story, as this is a long one.
So the first part of the story happens when my family and I first moved back to the states after living on a military base in Japan for two years. My dad was, what I thought at the time, a hard ass navy guy who wasn't wrapped up with the sensibilities of our world at that point in time and would always tell my brother and I we needed to grow up (I'm in third grade and brother is a grade lower than me) whenever we came home crying because kids kept bullying us on the bus ride home by yelling in our ears. Always threatening to cut our ears off which scared me. See with our autism, we have a certain tendency to want to avoid sensory situations that make us incredibly uncomfortable. At the time for me, it was loud noises, unsharpened pencils, and specific foods like Squash. No joke, once at the dinner table my father forced me to eat an entire plate of squash and threatened to make me eat it off the floor if I threw it up. Another time in elementary school my brother was even being yelled at and berated by my father (who shall henceforth be referred to as ShitStain.exe) because my brother didn't understand math as well at his age. Now we hadn't gotten the diagnosis of autism until half way my third grade year so I can't fault ShitStain.exe for being too hard on him at the time, but even after that things just got worse from there.
Fast forward a couple years, parents are divorced, my brother and I learn we're on the spectrum, I become incredibly politically correct, bullying gets worse etc. but by the time high school rolls around I've basically had enough of other peoples shit and have started dropping out of my rebellious teen phase. Now the high school I went to had a hell of a lot of nerds in either the video gaming community, the anime community, or heck some of them were also really into Steven Universe. But we also had a strict dress code for my first three years. Now in the dress code it never stated any rules against nail polish for either of the two genders and I was dating a girl at the time who stated that I should express myself within the rules to kind of discover who I am. So at the start of every new year I'd get a new piercing in my ears, and every day I'd paint my nails. It was at this time where I REALLY developed my love for anime and began to see it as an art form.
ShitStain.exe has to pick my brother and I up from high school one day and he manages a small business that helps people with taxes and is talking to one of his clients who is going through a nasty divorce, and I honestly feel bad for the client. But I'm quickly taken a back when the following conversation happens.
SS.exe: So are there kids in the mixture? Pause for response SS.exe: Yeah that's probably good for you man, I have two kids and both watch anime and one paints his nails so I don't think I was a good influence on them.
Mind you I'm in high school and had I had the confidence to do it at the time, I could have been out getting girls pregnant, doing drugs, getting drunk, typical high school stuff. But no, I chose two hobbies that were SAFE and RELATIVELY RISK FREE! I was speechless, as I had half the nerve to grab his phone and throw it out the window. Of course I don't, as I don't want to start drama.
Fast forward to literally two years ago. I've told my then girlfriend and now fiancé that I've had a lot of horror stories involving ShitStain.exe and she knows that if he comes down there will be hell to pay. Now I was down in Kentucky where I was trying my absolute hardest to get a job that was decent enough to pay rent, and still leave extra for things we needed like food, basic hydration, heck I was even saving up to pay off a bike that I was planning on buying so I could make it easier to get from the place to work. My fiancé wakes up one morning to hear a knock at the door, only to see ShitStain.exe standing there.
As mentioned before, ShitStain.exe is former Navy, but he's not a very impressive looking man. He acts all friendly and helps me get a new phone through cricket since my old one broke and I hardly ever had access to enough service to make anything other than a service call, and I could only access the internet if I was in a building that had some which I always brought my laptop to abuse the free wifi in fast food places so I could apply for jobs. He takes my fiancé and I out to breakfast and after dropping her back off he wants to have a one on one with me, explaining that he would appreciate it if I at least thought of coming home because I have worried everyone. I promise to at least think about it because that would be good news for my mother at the most.
Now the area my fiancé and I were living in at the time is called E-Town Kentucky (for those who don't know, the E is in reference to Elizabeth) and this isn't the nicest of places. Although there were factories that were hiring almost always in that area so I had options. It's a pretty bad area to be in at night if you're an idiot who doesn't know the mandated curfew made by the city to calm down crime as everyone there owns some sort of weapon for defense or other means. I mention this because the person who we were staying with owned a gun, and this could have been the last I saw of ShitStain.exe if I hadn't kept my cool...
So my fiancé and I talk it over after I'm dropped off and I text ShitStain.exe and tell him that "Although I appreciate everything he's done, I'm sad to say I won't be coming back with him as I was waiting on job offers to call me back and I really wanted to try one more time to fix things. ShitStain.exe was fucking livid. I wasn't going to sit there and be berated over text message so my fiancé and I decided to smoke some pot because I needed to calm down as well. Not 20 minutes later, this conversation happens at the door of the house.
Me: Hello SS.E, how can I help you? SS.E: Get in the fucking truck, now. Me: No, I've made up my mind and I'm not going until I know I absolutely won't be able to survive. I am a legal adult who just turned 21, you have no control over me at all. SS.E: GET IN THE FUCKING TRUCK! OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE AND HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR VAGRANCY! (That being the act of living on someones property without the home owner knowing). Me: in very calm voice, replies No, those charges are false as the home owner knows we're here and will vouch for us. SS.E: YOU KNOW MOST POLICE OFFICERS ARE FORMER ARMED FORCES AND WILL DO ANYTING TO HELP THEIR BUDDIES! ONE PHONE CALL AND YOU'LL BE THROWN IN A JAIL CELL AND YOU'LL FUCKING WISH YOU HAD SAID YES, AND WILL BE BEGGING ME TO COME GET YOU!
Mind you, I'm not a confrontational person. I hate doing anything that involves verbal or physical altercations and I wasn't about to fight this piece of human trash. So, somehow keeping my composure I simply said "No I won't. Because the charges you have JUST MENTIONED, are false and conformation with Mikey will be all the proof the cops need." and after thirty minutes of making an ass out of himself, and me mentioning out of sight to my fiancé to get the gun, he demands I have my shit packed by tomorrow and I just told him to piss off before slamming the door in his face and going to my fiancé to cry. Ten minutes later the FUCKING COPS SHOW UP!
Though to my delight, they're not here to arrest me, just a wellness check. I explained the situation and told them what was really going on and they told me that he had just disrespected every former armed forces person who worked at that station and would not be taking any more of his calls and would even send a squad car out the next day in case he showed up.
I ended up crying myself to sleep that night due to the experience itself...
Submitted March 05, 2019 at 04:43PM by HypsterCharizard https://ift.tt/2EPQ2gt
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