This is a little weird for me to say and I wasn't sure if I should've done this, but here I go. I used to have a stepdad for most of my life. My mom got married to him when I was still about a toddler (I don't remember the wedding) so I was probably shy about him. At first, my mom, my older sis, my stepdad, and me lived in an apartment. About that time, he was one of the funnest people to be with (piggy back rides, tickling, etc.) Then we had to move out because the apartment flooded one, and my mom got pregnant. So my grandparents bought us the house I still live in now. So he was born, and everything still went smoothly. We mostly got along until my little sister was born...
Basically after that, things started to change slowly. A few years after the birth, I started to get in trouble a bit. Then it turned into a lot. He started caring more about them instead of me (Not to be shallow or anything. The attention wasn't what I wanted, but love). Soon, when they were old enough to walk up the stairs, they started coming into my room and started breaking and bothering my stuff. I had to tell on them constantly and most of the time, my stepdad ignored me. So one time, I told them to "go away" and he got all mad at me. I tried avoiding that word when they still came in, but I still got in trouble.
My older sis tried to tell me to leave them alone (I wasn't smart enough to listen to her) and I kept getting in trouble. Soon, he started picking favorites, with my older sis at top. He started calling me names (idiot, believe it or not, but "crooked butt?" etc.) and I got reeeeeaaaaallly tired of it. I started yelling at him and he yelled back which was annoying. My mom defended me most of the time, making up an excuse that would save me for another day.
Later, things got physical. I was walking up the stairs and he was right behind me. I felt a push behind me and I tripped at the last step and started to cry. I told my mom about it and she got mad at him. I went to bed later that night and he came in my room and said "I'm gonna get you" which scared me, but I didn't tell anybody. My mom also had an exercise machine in her room and whenever I used it, he came up and complained because he couldn't hear his show down stairs. I stopped using it completely when my mom and him got into a fight over it.
Flashing forwards a bit, in 6th grade, I was taking at nap in my room, and he comes in and throws a shoe at me. All he wanted to do was ask a qustion, and the pissed me off. I forgot to mention, he was a security guard at a hospital. He'd threaten to handcuff me to my bed or use a nightstick on me, just for not being nice to my lil bro and sis. In seventh grade, my mom filed for a divorce (it's a personal matter, not just because of what I had to take) and she was granted custody of my lil bro and sis. Since then, he's been able to spend a few days and weekends with them whenever he doesn't have to work.
For a while, everything seemed fine, until later. When my mom and older sis had to go to work, I had to babysit my younger siblings. They don't really listen to me and basically do whatever they want. The result of babysiting; they started telling on me to him, saying I was being a big jerk. When he brought them back from a weekend with them once he said, "Welcome to my world of pain!" which I took as a threat. I heard comments about him telling them that I should go "jump in a lake" that really annoyed me. I told my mom, but she didn't do anything about it yet.
Then my younger siblings started making lies about me cussing and hurting them when I just wanted to keep away from them. Another weekend; again I get in trouble. So I've tried not talking to them at all, but it doesn't work. Everytime he stopped by, he's made fun of me and insulted me. My mom took care of it, but the last time he came over, he had this bad glare in his eyes. This has got me worried.
The only reason he's like this is because I haven't been on good terms with him or my lil siblings (no room entry, listen to me when I say "go to bed!" etc.) but even if I was, he still wouldn't be nice. I'm getting the feeling that I'm not safe a whole lot. He says he's a "church man" but I think he just might do something terrible to me. I don't answer the phone when he calls or talk to him when he stops by to drop them off/pick them up.
Am I doing the right thing by letting my mom handle things? Do my little bro and sis need an attitude adjustment (They get their attitudes and stuff from cartoons which has influenced on them and now gets me in trouble)? Is there something wrong with me? Tell me what you think about all of this.
Basically after that, things started to change slowly. A few years after the birth, I started to get in trouble a bit. Then it turned into a lot. He started caring more about them instead of me (Not to be shallow or anything. The attention wasn't what I wanted, but love). Soon, when they were old enough to walk up the stairs, they started coming into my room and started breaking and bothering my stuff. I had to tell on them constantly and most of the time, my stepdad ignored me. So one time, I told them to "go away" and he got all mad at me. I tried avoiding that word when they still came in, but I still got in trouble.
My older sis tried to tell me to leave them alone (I wasn't smart enough to listen to her) and I kept getting in trouble. Soon, he started picking favorites, with my older sis at top. He started calling me names (idiot, believe it or not, but "crooked butt?" etc.) and I got reeeeeaaaaallly tired of it. I started yelling at him and he yelled back which was annoying. My mom defended me most of the time, making up an excuse that would save me for another day.
Later, things got physical. I was walking up the stairs and he was right behind me. I felt a push behind me and I tripped at the last step and started to cry. I told my mom about it and she got mad at him. I went to bed later that night and he came in my room and said "I'm gonna get you" which scared me, but I didn't tell anybody. My mom also had an exercise machine in her room and whenever I used it, he came up and complained because he couldn't hear his show down stairs. I stopped using it completely when my mom and him got into a fight over it.
Flashing forwards a bit, in 6th grade, I was taking at nap in my room, and he comes in and throws a shoe at me. All he wanted to do was ask a qustion, and the pissed me off. I forgot to mention, he was a security guard at a hospital. He'd threaten to handcuff me to my bed or use a nightstick on me, just for not being nice to my lil bro and sis. In seventh grade, my mom filed for a divorce (it's a personal matter, not just because of what I had to take) and she was granted custody of my lil bro and sis. Since then, he's been able to spend a few days and weekends with them whenever he doesn't have to work.
For a while, everything seemed fine, until later. When my mom and older sis had to go to work, I had to babysit my younger siblings. They don't really listen to me and basically do whatever they want. The result of babysiting; they started telling on me to him, saying I was being a big jerk. When he brought them back from a weekend with them once he said, "Welcome to my world of pain!" which I took as a threat. I heard comments about him telling them that I should go "jump in a lake" that really annoyed me. I told my mom, but she didn't do anything about it yet.
Then my younger siblings started making lies about me cussing and hurting them when I just wanted to keep away from them. Another weekend; again I get in trouble. So I've tried not talking to them at all, but it doesn't work. Everytime he stopped by, he's made fun of me and insulted me. My mom took care of it, but the last time he came over, he had this bad glare in his eyes. This has got me worried.
The only reason he's like this is because I haven't been on good terms with him or my lil siblings (no room entry, listen to me when I say "go to bed!" etc.) but even if I was, he still wouldn't be nice. I'm getting the feeling that I'm not safe a whole lot. He says he's a "church man" but I think he just might do something terrible to me. I don't answer the phone when he calls or talk to him when he stops by to drop them off/pick them up.
Am I doing the right thing by letting my mom handle things? Do my little bro and sis need an attitude adjustment (They get their attitudes and stuff from cartoons which has influenced on them and now gets me in trouble)? Is there something wrong with me? Tell me what you think about all of this.