Meaningless

Meet the Demons

It was a few weeks into my relationship with Andrew when he asked the fatal question.

"So when do I get to meet your parents?"

My face lost color and I stared blankly up at him. "Why do you want to..?"

"I mean, you met mine last week Dawn... I just thought it would be nice for me to meet yours."

"Heh... Nothing nice about them..." I mumbled, yet her heard the pain in my voice as I said it.

"Dawn what's wrong? Don't you trust me enough to meet them?"

"It's not you I don't trust Andrew... It's them..." then he did the last thing I expected. He wrapped me in his arms and told me that everything would be OK, that no matter what he would never leave me, even if my parents were awful. I don't deserve him I thought. This person holding me was my world. Up until the night he met my demons, and they destroyed it

~~~~~~~~~~~4 hours later~~~~~~~~~~

I called my mom and asked if Andrew could come over for dinner that night,  and it all seemed too good to be true when she said yes. My head felt light for once, I had the best guy, and my parents were going to meet him, and they could see that I'm not as much of a disappointment as they thought. How wrong could I be...

Walking in the door holding his hand: strike one. My dad took one look at our fingers interlocked and I could see the anger on his face.. Dammit this isn't going to end well.

Strike 2: I introduced him as my ~gasp~ boyfriend. Because heaven forbid I ever decide I want to date a guy. NEWSFLASH PARENTS. YOUR DAUGHTERS WILL EVENTUALITY WANT TO HAVE A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP. ITS NORMAL.

Strike 3: oh no, he didn't call them ma'am and sir. As if that's what they expect to be called on a regular basis. Wtf was up their asses? Apparently they thought this should be the day they act all 'holier than thou' and shove a stick up their asses to keep their posture perfect or something. All I know is the second Andrew had left, the yelling started. Normal things like what the fuck is your problem bringing that boy here, why do you have to be such a fuck up, and why is HE the one you chose he's horrible and has no respect.

I ran out to my truck crying after and hour of them yelling at me, hurling insults left and right. That's not what pushed me over the edge.. No... It was when my father hit me... His hand strong and callused from construction work hit my face full strength... Knocked me to the ground, and made me hit my head against the tile... He had his class ring and wedding ring on that hand.. It caused my skin to split at the point of the slap, and my head hit the floor with a force enough to make me puke and be dizzy while I ran to my truck. I had left my extra cash under the seat in case of a day like this... Time to replace the blade on my box knife.