Him

Here he is, again. Here, in my home. A person I rather dislike. Maybe like or much more than Michael. A moron who is too obsessed with my own mother to even lead a different life. I perfer her rather not to even be dealing with this....maniac. I am truly disguisted with him. Tuesday, yes, Tuesday was where it all just...broke. My tolerance for him. He had come with me to see an internet buddy with me and my grandma and my mom. Toleranting those two was horrible. My grandmother wasn't all that bad..yet, she has alsimers, unforuntately. Him. Yes, him, the one who I've mentioned--yet not named. His name is Tommy. He came with us three to the mall and what do I find to my surprise? He slept all the way to the mall, alas it was only about a thirty minute trip. We were late and we did not find my friend there. Instead we stayed there for only about thirty minutes. When we tried to leave, Tommy could not stand up. Tommy could even walk straight. When we were going back out to the car. He walked twice around my grandmother, my mother and I. And TWICE he had to sit down. I pondered what was his problem. I really did. So my mom helped him back to the car while I helped my grandmother. When we were on the way home, he was asleep again. I asked my mother what was wrong with him. She told me he overdosed on pills. Probably painkillers or something.

Okay. So let me refresh a memory or two.The first boyfriend my mom got since my dad and mom divorced was a complete drunk. My mother and I had horrid days with him. He was very immature. And that, yes. That was indeed Michael. I do not know what have become of him, but I hated him with all my passion that I do not even care. He made my mom cry many times, and he even drove me to tears. Nearly insane, I almost became.

The second was okay. He was into the things I was. I thought he was perfect for my mom.

The third--yes, the third was a bad boy as well--but he wasn't really my mom's boyfriend--more of an acquitance if you will. But he was into drugs. I did not like him at all.

The fourth is Tommy. How I depise him and Michael. My hatred for them both may never die.  Tommy speaks too low and it angers me because I am half deaf. I have to keep repeating myself several times asking him what he said. He put his jacket on my chair--my computer chair--my throne. Jackets just irritate me when they are on my chair. He's  too kind for his own good. Some of me thinks it's sort of a psycho thing--where he can snag my mom's trust up with only by buying things.  I just don't like him at all. He's too obsessed. Too...clingy. A example is that he called up four o clock in the morning. And I had to go to school that morning as well! What kind of fool calls in the morning? It's bothersome. Then he turns off the light while I'm forced to type in the dark. Sometimes without even asking. And then finally...something that really annoys me.

He has apologized to me, and I rather do not care for it. I'm tired of going through unpleasant things and tired of seeing my mom's boyfriend's with addictions of some sort. I'm fed of with it. I don't want him in my house, but so he sits. He sits on the couch, staring at the television. I believe my mom and he are just friends now. I don't care if they are or are not. I want him out of this house. I do not trust him anymore.  Apologies are nothing more to me from him. They mean nothing. I care for them not. Why does he continue to even come? Why does my mother even continue to be nice to him? She knows I'm rather upset at him, annoyed with him. I am so displeased with him. But again he tries to apologize. It's bothersome. I will not forgive him--not now anyway. I'm rather to angry at his stupidity and obsession.

I just wish that my mother would find one decent and civilized person in this world. There have been none of which have been more mature then I. None of which have shown their intelligence rightfully. I truly do hope my mom finds someone decent.

Someday.