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Actually, he had always been the normal one on my mom's side and then he basically just snapped (along with his wife). When my grandfather had to be put into a nursing home, he sued my grandmother for custody of my grandfather (he thought that he had money, but he really had nothing...joke's on him). He won my grandfather, but my grandmother still had to pay for everything (he'd send her bills for $3, food, etc). Before this both of my grandparents had lived in my mom's house.
Anyway... My mom & stepdad were in Hawaii at the time. My grandmother had just gotten out of the hospital that morning and my uncle had been calling her up and being really verbally abusive to my grandmother all day. I don't even like my grandmother that much, but she just got out of the hospital with heart problems that morning, so shit, cut her some slack. My step-grandfather (my real dad's stepdad) was over along with my Aunt (crazy uncle's sister). Eventually, they decided that they weren't going to talk to him on the phone anymore and it was agreed that I'd field his phone calls.
FU=Fuckhead Uncle (anything he says will be screams) Call #1: Me: Hello. *phone slams down in my ear* Me: Okay, I guess he didn't want to talk to me.
Call #2 (10 seconds later) Me: Hello. FU: I WANT TO TALK TO MY MOTHER OR MY SISTER RIGHT NOW! Me: No. They don't want to talk to you anymore tonight. FU: I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY WANT! I WANT TO TALK TO MY MOTHER OR SISTER RIGHT NOW! Me: Sorry, asshole, but they don't want to talk to you. *I hang up*
Call #3 (10 seconds later) Me: Hello. FU: WHO IS THIS? Me: Jaclyn. FU: JACLYN, I WANT YOU TO PUT WHOEVER JUST CALLED ME AN ASSHOLE ON THE PHONE RIGHT NOW! Me: Yeah, that was me, asshole. FU: YOU'RE CALLING ME AN ASSHOLE?! YOU'RE CALLING ME AN ASSHOLE?! YOU'RE JUST A STUPID LITTLE DYKE! Me: What did you call me? FU: I CALLED YOU STUPID. YOU DIDN'T FINISH COLLEGE, SO YOU'RE STUPID. Me: Actually, I was referring to you calling me a dyke. Anyway, you went to med school and became a psychiatrist and you're crazy, so obviously school means absolutely nothing. FU: YEAH, WELL THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! YOU'RE JUST A STUPID LITTLE DYKE! PUT MY MOTHER OR MY SISTER ON THE PHONE RIGHT NOW! Me: No. They don't want to talk to you. FU: YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!! YOU HAVE TO PUT THEM ON THE PHONE BECAUSE I WANT TO TALK TO THEM! Me: No, I don't, especially since there's no one here to make me put them on the phone. (FU goes on to say a bunch of horrible things about my dead father, who was an awesome guy) Me: You know what? You're actually the luckiest man alive. FU: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M LUCKY? WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? Me: You're lucky because if my father was alive you'd be a dead man (he really would have been) for the hell you've been putting the family through. FU: OH SO YOU'RE THREATENING TO KILL ME? YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME? YOU'RE JUST A STUPID LITTLE DYKE BUT YOU CAN'T HURT ME! Me: No, what I said was, if my deceased father was still alive, then he would have killed you. Personally, I don't even feel you're worth the time or the gas money. FU: YOU STUPID LITTLE DYKE! YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER! YOU CAN'T PULL THIS SHIT WITH ME Me: Goodbye.
Anyway, all the family members that were present for it, felt that I handled it quite well and I didn't yell at him at all during his tirade. My dad's stepdad was really proud of how I stuck up for my dad.
So then...he calls up my mother in Hawaii and leaves her a voicemail saying that he's going to sue me for threatening his life & family. That he considers me dangerous because I'm a black belt so my hands are registered lethal weapons (um...no. Black belts do not register their hands as weapons). Not only are my hands lethal weapons, but she allows me to have all sorts of weapons in the house and that makes me a danger. My mom still has the voicemail saved because it's so hilarious. Later on, he also insisted I was sending harassing phone calls to his office and that he was having it investigated so he could throw me in jail. Turns out it was one of his crazy patients. He never followed through on suing me (what the hell would he get from me anyway?) The scary thing is...his specialty is anger management. Clearly a man to go to for anger management help.
The ongoing joke in my house for awhile was that I was going to go down there, swing through the skylight with my sword strapped to my back, nunchucks at my hip and ninja stars down my thigh, but I decided to sleep in instead.
My grandfather died a few months ago. My uncle obviously didn't inherit any money (and he had already stolen and sold my grandfather's antique swords, which I was supposed to inherit). We haven't heard from him since.
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