Now the story about my Step Father

Most of you have read the story of my real father so I can skip to the point where my aunt and uncle (my real moms sister and husband) adopted me. He said from the beggining that he did not want to adopt me and did not want anything to do with me. He was the oldest of 5 brothers and 1 sister and I guess he did not get the attention that he felt he deserved or something.

I dont remember anything obv till after my 6th birthday but thats when things started to go bad for me and my step mom. My grandmother put me in martial arts for my birthday present because my step dad thought I had ADD and wanted me on Ridalin. Now I have no clue why he thought I had ADD but whatever. This is the point where the physical abuse really started I suppose. My step parents were drunks. They ALWAYS drank. Everytime he opened a beer I know I was in for a beating if I was in his way. Not only me but my step mom. He would knock her around, drag her by her hair, kick her, punch her and severely mentally abuse her. Obv I was getting the same treatment. Now I have two younger step sisters that were NEVER touched. He loved them and made sure they knew it. He also made sure to tell me how much he hated me and never wanted me.

So I was his punching bag. From the age of 6 till I was 13 I could never defend myself against him. I would just fall to the floor and take the punches and kicks.The worst of all was when I came home from 1st grade and didnt have a assignment with me he threw me to the ground put his knees on my shoulders and started using my face as a speed bag. Once I turned 13 I decided I would no loner be his punching bag and defend myself and my step mom. NOT A BRIGHT IDEA. Once he realized that I would stand up for myself he decided that fists to my face and body would no longer do and would resort to anything he could get his hands on. The first time I stood up to him he grabbed me and put me in the trunk of his car. He left me there in the garage in the car until my step sister found out and started freaking out. He told her he was only playing a game with me.

He then realized that my tolerance for pain was alot higher than he knew so if he was going to inflict pain on me it would have to be done more forceful. He got mad at me for not shining his dress shoes correctly and decided that the door and my fingers should meet. He grabbed my hand stuck it in the door and slammed it on my fingers. Now understand back then child abuse was not looked at as hard as it was now and the word of the parent was usually taken over the childs. Okay instead of getting into all the situations I will give you a list of things that I was hit with:

A crocket mallet to the hip
A lot of plates where smashed over my head.
A small phillies commerative baseball bat to my legs ( I am sure some of you remember those).
A actual baseball bat
A 2FT piece of garden hose. (this use to be one of his fav things to hit me with)
A Rubber mallet to the back of the head. (not a full force swing obv)
My practice swords
My acoustic guitar I got for xmas from my uncle. For those that remember the Honkey Tonk man from the old WWF he would break it over his oppns head. Well thats what it looked like.
The steel rods you use to stoke fires in fireplaces.
Shoes,belts,a plant stand, a umbrella and some other odds and ends.

Now the worst of all was when he swong a 2x4 that had 2 nails in it. It struck me in the side and I was rushed to the hospital cause I was bleeding pretty bad. It did NOT go straight into my ribs but more of an angle. At this point I was placed in the hospital and someone finally listened to me. They took me and placed me with a temp family till the courts could have a hearing. Well there was a hearing alright and I was back in that house within 1 month. Longer story than this.

Alot of you are more than likely wondering why other family members did not get involved and try to help. Well they were afraid of my step father. He was x-green beret and vietnam vet and knew that if they got involved then they would have to deal with his wrath. My grandmother used to take me every summer to get me away from him but that was all she could do.

Now once I finally went into the army in 85 to get away from him I decided that I would be a better person and try and talk to him when I came home on leave. He was different at this point since my step mom was leaving him. They got divorced in 88 and he sent me a heart felt letter saying he was sorry and said it was the alcohol that made him do the things he did and such. He said he was getting help. I belived him. I get out in 89 and he wanted to pick me up at the airport and I agreed since I wanted to deal with him face to face and try to make some sense of what he did to me as a kid. Well he picks me up and we go to his house. Within a hour he popped open a beer. Well he went right back to the person I remembered. He then made a mistake in starting a arguement with me that I was in no way shape or form going to back down from. He started berating my step mom and my grandmother calling them names and saying how they should have let me get adopted by my real fathers family. He stands up and tells me " CHUCK You are a worthless piece of shit that should have been run over with your mom" he then proceeds to put his hands on my throat to choke me. He had me against a wall. I then did the only thing that I could think of. I punched him right in the temple. He collapsed onto the floor in a heap. He was knocked out cold. At this point I stood over him and thought about ending his life.

I decided right then and there if I did anything to him I would be no better than he was and decided to walk out the house and never look back. I never went back to that house. I have not spoken to him or my step sisters (They seem to block out the shit me and my step mom went thru). Now most of you know why I hardly ever drink. I know what alcohol has done to my family.

I have 3 daughters (1 is actually adopted) My daughters are my world and I could never ever ever ever say a mean thing to them. I do get mad sometimes but never mad enough to raise a hand to them. Plus I train them in martial arts so that they can always be prepared to protect themselves.

Now my step mom and I do talk from time to time and she still drinks alot. I don't want to deal with it. Her new husband is awesome and has tried to help her cope with the shit she dealt with. When she drinks she only talks about the past and what my step father has done to her and myself. She lives with the guilt of what he did to me daily. She always tells me she is sorry. I tell her I dont hold her responsible at all since she was also abused.

As what I know he is still single cause no woman will deal with his shit. I could care less cause I let it go along time ago. I learned to not hate him.

Story about my real father.

Okay guys here it is. Now I have posted this elsewhere in the past. One of my good friends irl pushed me to post it cause people where bitching about how hard their lives were (school, job,ect) and the thought it might help give them some insight into what someone who actually had a tough life has really gone thru. I will start with this then post about my step parents after this.

My real mother and father were toghter for a short time b4 she was preggo. They had a quick wedding and in the summer of 1967 I was born/hatched/spawned. Within 4 months my mom found out my father was cheating on her with 2 different ladies. They both were also preggo. Now my mom told my grandparents and they had her move in with them till they could get the divorce papers filed and what not. He was not happy and on multiple times tried to kidnap me back. Well my uncle lived in the house and was always home to make sure he didnt break in again to try and get me. One night my grandparents and mom went to dinner a few blocks from the house. At this time my real dad and a friend tried to break in and get me. Well my uncle immediately called the diner and my mom and grandparents came flying back. They came in thru the back door and my mom grabbed me and took me out the back to go to a safe location.

Now at this time my real father was sitting in his car. He seen my real mom going down the back alley to go to my grandparents friends house. Now at this time he decides that he will not allow her to keep me from him. He goes down the block and turns to where she would be crossing the street. He sees her carring me and guns it. Yes he ran her over while she was carrying me. He had no care for my well being. I was thrown by my mom at the last second into a yard. I had minor bruises but my mom was killed on the spot when she landed on her head.

There was court battle between my grandparents and his fucked up sisters to try and get custody of me. I ended up getting adopted by my real moms sister and husband. My new stepfather did not want me but that is another story. So my real father is put in jail and I know nothing of him since I was only 6 months old at the time.

Flash forward to my 16th birthday. The phone rings at my step parents house and I answer it. The guy on the other end says "Hello is this Chuck?" I said yes. He said " Hello my name is John and I am your real father". Well I drop the phone and tell my step mom some crazy ass is on the phone saying his is my real father. Well there is screaming and yelling going on and I am told to go to my grandmothers house (they now live 2 houses away from us). I go there where within a hour my uncles, step parents and grandparents decide to sit me down and tell me that I was ADOPTED. I had a million questions and my grandmother told me everything.

At this time I was signing up for the army in the Delayed Entry Program. I was actually happy to be going to get away from my stepfather (a story for another time). I had NO INTENTION of ever meeting my real father since I now had a hatred for him for what he had done to my real mom. She was only 18 and never got to live a life due to this POS. My uncle asked me one day to go to lunch with him and I obv went since I only seen him like once every few months. We went to a hoagie shop down the road that his friend owned for some grub. Well we are in there maybe 15 minutes when my uncle looks at me white as a ghost and says " Chuck there is your real father go behind the counter with Jim". Now at this time my uncle stands up and stands between him and my father. There is screaming and yelling going on and then my real father pulls out a gun and puts it to my uncles head and says " You are the reason I spent 10 years in jail now you will pay for it". At this time I yell at him to stop and let me talk to him. He was taken off guard a bit and I stepped from behind the counter and walked toward him.

Now he did not know that I had been in martial arts from the age of 6 and was willing and ready to defend my family no matter what. I walked over to him and said " Dad Please talk to me" I knew this would take him off guard. He looked at me and sorta dropped his guard. At this time I disarmed him with a move that is hard to explain. You basically have to hit the forearm with one hand and the wrist with the other. It is effective as hell. Well he is now mad and ready to throw down with me. I have alot of anger build up in me and well I seen "red". I side stepped him and got behind him and put a foot on the back of his Knee/Calf and put him to the ground. I then put him in a choke hold. Well since I was not of sound mind I broke his neck. Now he did not die on the spot like you see in the movies. He died from complications due to the damage I had done. Now Obv I wasn't arrested on the spot since no one knew what was going on. At this point my grandparents and step parents are on their way. The cops show and take statements and what not. There were 6 witnesses in the place that all told the same story.

Now after he dies they decide they are going to arrest me and charge me. We were warned ahead of time and my family already had a lawyer at the house to take me to the police station. Well I was actually never in danger of being jailed over it since the town police cheif knew the whole story of my real father/real mom/ grandparents / step parents situation. There was a magistrate hearing and with me going in the army and me being a good student and never being in trouble it was all made to go away. I had my name changed again b4 I went into the army for reasons dealing with all this.


Okay there is no cliff notes. If you have a question please feel free to ask. However please understand there are certain things I cannot and will not answer.

Jewdonk Please calm down

Marty,

For your health and well being please calm down. You are gonna have an e-stroke and only be able to type OI[POJNM,M.,NMN;LKUOUO80L,MM.
That and you will have to have Druff take you around to local poker rooms but he will have to stop by Freemont steet to score some Vics. I do belive that this site would be worse off with a stroked out Marty.



btw I found a vid of marty in his younger days responding to a post.

Micon still want the hat?

Let me know the next time you will be at the Venetian.