I got a reprieve when Mel's brother Charlie moved in with us, however, it was a trade-off - one set of problems for another. Charlie planned on moving to Phoenix and rooming with his older sister, whom he idolized. His dream was shattered with me. I was a third unwanted wheel in his eyes. Shortly after he got there he took me aside and told me he wanted to talk to me. Charlie was a big guy. And ex-bodybuilder and an ex-juicer, most his considerable muscle had gone to fat. Charlie asked me if I loved Mel and I affirmed that I did. He told me that I had better. That if I broke her heart he would hurt hunt me down and fuck me up. I was stunned by the threat. Charlie settled in and moped around the house. I was in the way of him having his sister to himself. They had always been close but Mel was finding that she no longer knew the man he had become. He had fallen into a depression after his longtime girlfriend and fiancé dumped him. Apparently, he had roid rage and his fiancé could no longer take it. Moving to Phoenix with Mel would be his new start and now I stood in his way.
I attempted to befriend him and I was met with undisguised malice. When Mel was not home he and I would act like the other did not exist. When Mel came home we would vie for her attention. Charlie would ignore the fact that I was in the room and talk only to Mel. He succeeded in making me feel like I did not exist. I begin to hibernate in our room when Charlie was there. Charlie would often go into a dark mood because Mel preferred staying home with me to going out with him. Mel began to resent his moodiness and neediness. She felt stuck between us as we both demanded her time.
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The Hole Within
Non-FictionMy soul-searching story of a dark past. Growing up in a strict Mormon household I slowly withdraw into a dark world of my own; self-mutilating, suicide attempts and self-medicating with drugs and alcohol. I go into therapy and discover repressed mem...
