A Glooming Peace

I'd been having a relatively good weekend, so of course that had to end because what God in their right mind would want me happy? I went down to get a drink to find my mom talking on the phone while watching tv on the couch. Now these actions in and of themselves were not unusual or unwelcomed. I tipped my head around the sofa to say Hi and she smiled saying that Pat was on the phone and he said hi.

Pat, there is no three letter word as vial as that one. Now don't get me wrong I'm not the type of kid who hates whoever their divorced parents are with because they're holding out for their parents to get back together. That's not my style. I've supported many relationships (though I liked very few of the people) that my mother or father have ventured into. But the problem is Pat is the devil. I know what you're thinking Pat doesn't look like devil. Well trust me, they're synonomus.

Pat is a shortish 5' 10" tanned, beer-bellied, dirty blonde, rugged guy. He is only a few inches taller then me and I doubt he has as much muscle as I do, if he does it's only from the work he rarely does.

See my mom dated Pat a while ago, at least 4 years. He lives way up north, like mountains and cliffs north. I don't know all the details of their relationship, but what I do know is this. I used to be dragged up there just about every weekend and forced to live with the man and my mother. Again these actions are relatively harmless. But there are a few things you have to know about Pat, one he's lazy as hell, he rarely went to work because he forgot or didn't feel like it. Two he's a hardcore alcoholic.

Now these two alone are not a good combination, but there's oh so much more then that when it comes to the mystery that is Pat. You see Pat was abusive not only to my mother but to me as well. I know it sucks, I'm not really one for sympathy. You move forward you move on. Plus I'm use to it. But if there's anything worse then being in an abusive relationship, it's watching your mother be in an abusive relationship and your helpless against it.

Now why in the hell would my mother be TALKING to this man? Much less flirting and giggling and smiling while on the phone with him. I don't care how much he's "changed" I don't want her near him. I will be having a few choice words with the man, and I hope he tries something because I could use a good fight.