Something bad happened today, and i need some advices from you guys. Ok, here goes....I almost got killed today. Here´s what happened...A few months ago, my mom and i and my brother went to vacation farther down the country, where a guy my mom knew were, living temporarely in a house his son had rented. Having known the guy for almost a year, they clicked right away. Maybe too fast...I met him on a friday, and he moved in the following monday, 3 days after i met him, which i think is sick, no matter how well they clicked, and no matter how well they knew each other. That happened in august, and this has been the longest months of my life. The guy has completely taken over, telling what should be done in the house, deciding where MY stuff is gonna be, some of it i have owned my entire life... Anyway, i have told him several times not to tell me what to do, me barely knowing him. Then today something terrible happened...I was telling him how tired and how miserable my life gets when he acts like the owner of the house, then i was about to go up the stairs, and i said "i´m not gonna let a big monkey tell me what to do". The monkey part was meant in a sarcastic way, i thought the words coming out my mouth sounded sarcastic, apperantly he didn´t think so, he came at me like a raging bull, with eyes burning with the most intense hate i have ever seen in a human, and he tossed me down on the stairs, my back hitting the steps hard, then he grabbed my head, and punched it on the edge of one of the steps. He then left the room, and left me bleeding. Then i fainted, that was the first time i have ever fainted, everything turned black, and i heard really REALLY loud voices, i knew what it said right then, but i don´t remember it. Then i came to my sences, still laying on the steps bleeding, i sat up, got on my knees, bending forward, blood dripping down, breathing heavily, i was loosing lots of blood, so i was shaking like crazy. Then i got up fast, ran into the living-room, almost falling several times. I was cluching on the living-room door, saying that i was going to sue the bastard, he told me to go right ahead, give him all i got. My mom wasn´t aware of what happened, she seemed to defend what happened, defending him, choosing him over me, and that burned me to the depths of my soul. So i told them both to rot and frie and burn in hell, my mom offered to wash away the blood, but i wanted her to stay the hell away from me. So i went out, grabbed my bike, even though it was snow and icy roads outside, i knew i had to be careful, i used as much strenght as i could to keep me on the road. I first went to a friend of mine which i knew could help me, he wasn´t home, an old man was there, saying my friend had never lived there (very twilight zone). The explanation was simple though, he didn´t want anyone to give out any kind of information about him whatsoever. He´s kind of weird like that. I continued further, i had blood rnning down my face, in my eyes, then i went to my grandparents, which thank god was home, they cleaned me up, telling me to breathe calmly, because i was almost going into shock, me bicycling there, using so much strenght to keep me focused, and my injury hurting like fucking hell. The wound wasn´t so big, but it was deep, going down to the very skull, so -- close to death, mabe closer. So i stayed for a while, stopping the bloodstreams, i lost lots of blood and i got so dizzy, was almost fainting. Then my father came, and he was like a father to me for once, for the first time in several years. He called my mom, he said "my son is wounded, someone hurted him, and i want an explanation." My mom didn´t seem to understand it, she wasn´t quite aware of what actually happened. My father was furious, even though you don´t really see it, you have to know him well enough. It was like a interrogation, my mom getting louder and louder on the phone, we couln´t help laughing at it...Then my father took me to the doctor, and i got a few stitches up there. He payed the bill, then he and my grandma took me home. That bitch tried to explain himself, saying that he didn´t mean it to go that way, that it got out of hands. Me, my mom and him talked in the living- room after my father and grandma left. explained to him how pathetic i thought it was, to sink to that kind of level. I´ll admit i used some time yelling at them both, then...He told me about his childhood, how terrible it was, and so on..And he told me that with the very same rage that he expressed before when he almost took my life. But what does his childhood had to do with it? I was angry, but i tried to be calm. He left the room, and i said to my mom that i felt bad for his childhood, that i am sorry for his pain. But what does that have to do with him almost killing me because i expressed how tired i was of him ruining and ruling my life? I tell you, these last months have been the worst months of my life. He said he was sorry, he asked for forgiveness, and when we talked, i said i would think about it. So, what advice to you have to give, i really need one. Should i sue him, or forgive him? Backstory to help out: He was a criminal before, a bank robber, got in jail in over 20 years for bank robbery and violence against the police. He is incredibly strong, meaning he is a danger to me, my mother and my little-brother, which i´m most concerned about. Does not seem like a hard choice does it? But he s not a criminal anymore, BUT tends to talk about it, and finds it amusing how he almost blown a women up with explosives. know this sounds fucking crazy, insane, unreal, but everything is true. Please help me out guys...
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