(Storytime) My fat, violent and aggressive nephew visited, Pigotry ensues Hey guys. So this is a story that happened to me years ago that comes back to me now. I was 10-11 at the time and my family lived in a small Californian town, and it was during the summer and my nephew was coming to visit. For a bit of background, I have a younger sister and then an adult half sister on my dad's side from a previous relationship. We'll call my nephew ''Ant'', which is ironic because this boy was fat. Much of my family is so no surprise.  Apparently it was bad to the point where he recalled throwing up before while eating fast food(probably too much)  He was older than me by a few years(he was 14-15 at the time) and let me tell you, this boy had some legit issues. I'm not sure why(I do recall some mention of daddy issues from my father I believe) but Ant turned out to be quite controlling and aggressive, and this showed several times over the course of his stay: The first instance happens on his first night(let that speak for itself). So for whatever reason we were in a hotel. I don't remember why but I know it was me, my sister, (maybe) a female cousin, and our parents and then Ant. Now at this point me and Ant were in a room by ourselves(girls in separate rooms). We had gotten McDonalds for dinner and me and him had kids meals which at the time came with Star Wars toys which were both little wind up AT-TE walkers. Being a Star Wars fan(still am) and being bored in that hotel room, I occupied myself with winding the thing up and watching it walk around. At some point Anthony asked me for it and when I handed it to him, he threw it into our trash along with his.  Of course I asked him why he did that and he used the justification that I was too old for it or something. First off, he's not an adult or anything, he can't dictate what I do or like.  Secondly, even if it may have been a bit true(Again 10-11) I was minding my own business trying to occupy myself. A bit later, I decide to get the toy out of the garbage and clean it off. Any (normal) other person wouldn't give a shit at all, they would have maybe said what he said but just left it at that. But no, this boy decides to try and take it from me. I basically just start moving around him and holding the thing to my chest and then this is where shit got real. This boy tries ramming me. Basically, he charged me the same way an NFL player does and the first time it knocks me over. The second time as I;m sitting back up, his knee ends up hitting me in the eye and I begin clutching it crying as Ant takes the toy and throws it back in the trash first even though he had probably given me some swelling or maybe a black eye. It doesn't end there. Some time later, I was in my parents room on the laptop the only computer in the house watching some Star Wars stuff. Again I don't know why but Ant again was starting shit, this time with my sister(who at the time was 7-8). Not sure why or how, but it got to the point where he started chasing her in the house and tried to get me in on it. I refused because I didn't want to get into trouble over some bullshit. Eventually my sister tries to barricade herself in the bathroom but from what I remember got hurt when he tried pushing the door in and did get scolded by my parents. At another point in the visit(again don't know how this shit started) he ended up chasing me down with some of the neighborhood kids, even the more troublemaker types and it ended with me being panted by this older kid as he watched. I was not the most assertive kid at the time and me and my father have had...issues for quite awhile. He ended up smacking me for being a wimp and Ant got scolded and apologized but at the time I brushed it off. At some other point, he tried to wrestle with me in the hall, even though I didn't want to and was actually dealing with a rash. I told my mom who told him to knock it off, and he got pissy with me over it, but motherfucker clearly can't take no for an answer. So then comes the day this big black bastard finally leaves. We are at the airport sending him off and waiting for his flight to arrive. Me and my dad were arguing about something, and when he went to the bathroom Ant then told me something about needing to respect my dad. I responded I didn't care(complicated father son problems) and then he balled up his fist at me and said ''I'll make you care''. His flight ends up coming and we bid him farewell. And that is the story of how my nephew turned out a be a violent, impulsive obeast. God forbid any poor girl end up with him. F*** my life.