Easter 2004. I found my uncle's C-word of a girlfriend standing over my 3 year old son, who was literally backed into a corner, with her finger in his face saying "but I just told you that you CAN'T go outside" despite the fact that I had just told him he COULD.

I pulled her aside, and tried to tell her that if she had a problem with my child, her problem was, in fact, with me.. when she went off "Amy I know you dont like me" blah blah.. which was true.. and I didn't even deny it. But I DID say that that had nothing to do with it..

She went on to tell me that it wasn't her job to babysit my kid, nor was it her son "camy's" job to babysit my son. I'll tell you right now, I thought they were PLAYING, but what do I know.

So I told her I didn't expect her to, but that MY FAMILY has always watched out for each other, and if they had a problem with my son being out there, they'd TELL ME, and I really thought they would have.

She said again that it wasn't her job to babysit my son

and my aunt's bf came out side right as I replied

"well you aren't family"

MEANING - duh, I didn't expect you to.

She starts crying, goes into the house making a big scene, and leaves.

I go in, and everyone is mad at me (apparently my aunt's bf told everyone what I said.. completely out of context of course).

So, I started to pack up and leave.

My Uncle grabs my arm, drags me outside and tears me up one side and down the other. He's LOADED. He's ALWAYS loaded. He tells me how bad my son was outside, I asked why no one got me (please keep in mind I had a 8 month old in the house, and I was a single parent that day), he went on to tell me what a TERRIBLE parent I was, and then what a bitch I was. Twice.

Then he walked away.

Then he came back (as I was still standing there, SOBBING because no one in my family EVER acts this way) and hugged me, and told me how much he loved me, then walked away again.

I finally went back into the house and got my shit together, STILL sobbing - no one helped me. Got my 8 month old and my 3 year old and all their stuff, and walked out to my car.

My uncle was out in the garage by then, and I had to walk past him and all the other smokers to get to my car. His C-word gf had come back and everyone was gathered around her CONSOLING HER.

As I was almost to my car.. STILL sobbing, literally heart broken, he yells out again "I LOVE YOU AMY. HAPPY EASTER"

I didn't reply.. but I SO wanted to.

I haven't spoken to him since. Why? Because if no one in the family is going to back me up if he attacks me again, and everyone's excuse for him was "well, he was drunk", when he's literally ALWAYS drunk, then I am simply not going to talk to him. Ever again, unless he gets sober.

He goes out of his way to corner me, hug me, kiss me (we are a huggy/kissy family) and every time he does this, I get angrier. and I am literally | | <-- that close to telling him exactly how I feel.

This will be BAD because the only time I see him is on holidays and stuff.

He has recruited family to his "cause" and I tell everyone that mentions it exactly what happened. Though, I do not go on about "my side" just "this is what happened, this is why I won't talk to him, deal with it."

This definitely counts as a grudge, but in the spirit of self preservation, I believe that it's a fair one. And with Christmas coming, it has my nerves up again, because I will see him, and I just KNOW he will find a way to corner me again. Ass.