I discovered something shocking about Mom's boyfriend today.
After getting a call from Mom this morning, and after my brother and Mom's boyfriend had left to go to the scene (more on that later), I wandered into town. The main reason behind that was to go and collect my epilepsy medication from the pharmacy. However, there was quite a large queue when I arrived, so instead I went to buy myself some food and drink, then walked over to the other side of town to my sister's house.
I asked if she'd heard about the accident yet, and she told me she had since Mom's boyfriend called her about ten minutes before I arrived there; from home apparently. So, I guess Mom, Mom's boyfriend and my brother got home about ten-fifteen minutes after I'd left the house and walked into town. Sure didn't take long.
Anyway, I left my sister's place in order to head home, along with my sister. Although, first I had to go and collect my medication. Luckily, there was no queue at all this time. I just picked it up and left.
On the way up the hill to get home, my sister told me that Mom's boyfriend apparently accused her of eating a dozen eggs on a day when she wasn't even up here. I went on to tell her about what he'd told Mom yesterday. He told Mom that my sister apparently ate these four burgers that were in the kitchen all in one go, saying something like "That would have lasted us two meals, however your daughter ate them all in one go. It was like breakfast to her." He's constantly full of crap.
My sister was telling me that the police had come to her place to talk about Mom's boyfriend. They told her that on his 40th birthday, a young girl showed him a fake ID that said she was 18, then she was actually younger. Not only did he serve an underage kid alcohol, but he also kissed her too. Apparently he was drunk when this happened, so technically it can't be "his fault" since he wouldn't have known she was underage really. But, drunk or not, you're still responsible for your actions. If that kind of shit happens to you, it should tell you that you shouldn't drink at all. He still does though.
The police told my sister that her child should never be left alone with Mom's boyfriend; they also said that my youngest brother shouldn't really be left alone with him either. It's nice to see that the police know he's a complete and utter prick who is a hazard to people, especially kids by the sounds of the police warning to my sister.
Anyway, about Mom's call; she called the house, in tears by the sounds of it. She'd told me that she'd been in a car accident. What had apparently happened was that she'd lost control of her car, hit a hedge, and flipped the car. She wasn't hurt badly or anything, but was really shaken by the whole event. She'd told me to go and tell her boyfriend about it, which I did. My youngest brother came upstairs with me to tell him. Mom's boyfriend called her to see if she was alright, and yelled down the stairs to me that she was ok and only had a cut on her finger. He then accused my youngest brother of lying because he'd apparently told Mom's boyfriend that Mom was in an accident and was hurt really bad. I was with him at the time, and he never said anything like that.
I swear Mom's boyfriend hears what he wants to hear because the amount of crap he accuses us of saying is fucking retarded.
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