So...

No one reading this would or should know this. But a few years ago my mom met a man. This man was a friend of my mom's goddaughter, meaning he was ten years younger than she was. (Actually, he is the same amount of years older than me than he is younger than my mother. I went to school with both of his siblings.)

Anyway, this guys was a Nazi. Or so, he liked to think he was. So on their first date, my mother wore a Star of David- because that's the type of person my mom is. She has a dark and bitter sense of humor, and I love her for it.
Unfortunately, for my mom, she didn't know that this guy was going to cause the next four years of damage to her family.
He was never physically abusive towards my mom or I, but along with the large swastika tattooed on his chest, he was a heavy alcoholic.
And a felon.

There was one night, at a festival held every year where I live, he broke up with my mom, and twenty minutes later, had a girl not even two years older than me all but sucking his dick. Then later that night, he burst into my house when I was home alone (as my mom was out with friends for the Festival). He was very drunk, and ran downstairs to my mom's bedroom even though I told him he needed to leave.
I called my mom, and she raced home- being followed by a friend of ours who was worried about her.

Unfortunately, everyone had been drinking, and I could hear violence downstairs. Apparently, the Nazi-Man tried to strangle my mom's friend, and my mom had to hit him with a baseball bat to get him off. She tried to disconnect the phone so I couldn't call the police, but I had a cell phone. There's a lot more to this story because he left and came back all before the police really arrived, and threaten to hit me. Y'know, after I had the baseball bat in my hand and told him to stay away from my mom.

He was arrested later that night, and then was sent to jail.

He got out about a year later, and he and my mom started dating again. It was awful. He ruined holidays for the next year or two, and my mom stopped talking to me. She only yelled at me, and doted on him. They fought a lot, and once he even told me that I was retarded because I was in LRC (Learning Resource Center; basically Special Ed. What he didn't realize was that I never took any LRC classes. It was my study hall, and where I went when my anger issues got out of control and I needed some time away form people to calm down).
Anyway, he hurt me and my mom in so many ways. None of it had to be physical. (Let me restate, he NEVER hit me or mom. Mom's actually the one who hit him more often than not. She had slapped him when he called me retarded, hit him with a baseball bat when he tried to strangle someone, and once when he was high on Meth and a cocktail of other drugs, she backed into him with her car on accident, effectively running him over.)
Twice, this man detoxed in our downstairs from both alcohol and meth.

Eventually he was arrested for having sex with a minor. (Which he apparently didn't do, but took the deal the DA offered him anyway because he was sure he was going to lose his case.)

Since my mom was the one who reported that he slept with this minor (who had slept with EVERYONE ELSE), and then realized her mistake and that he was innocent, she had to marry him so that she couldn't be forced to testify against him.

She didn't tell me until a year later.

That was two years ago? He'll be released in about six months or so, and they're still married.

For my 18th birthday he sent me a letter asking me to forgive him, and sent along a visitor's sheet, so that I could finally visit him in prison. I filled it out, but I told my mom that I ripped it up.
Which I did later.

For my birthday he sent me earrings he bought online. I threw them at my mom and told her to tell him not to send me anymore gifts.

Today though, out of the blue, he sent me a poster that he painted. It's a Blue Loon standing over a pond in the setting sun. It was beautiful. Mom wouldn't tell me where it was from until I said I liked it.

Then on the back it says "To [Me] with love, [his name]". I told my mom I didn't fucking want it. Because I don't want to forgive him for what he did to me, and to her. He effectively broke my relationship with my mom, and he hurt her for years. He lied, cheated, and drank himself right out of my good graces.

What he did to my mom aside, I could never forgive him for ruining this festival for me. I can never forgive him for making me feel like I needed to attend Alanon and Alateen meetings because I didn't know where else to turn. I could never forgive him for ruining Thanksgiving, Christmas and everything else that was important to me. I can never forgive him for taking my mom away from me.

The whole time they were dating she spent all her energy fighting with him or taking care of him. She didn't have time for me, and when she did talk to me, it was always yelling at me for things I did wrong instead of praising what I did right.

He made my life miserable, and I'm still paying for the emotional damage.

So he can fuck himself.

about 50% of me wants to rip up that painting...

...Bye.