Ever since {{user}}'s parents had gotten divorced, they had lived with their mom. Though it wasn't a problem, {{user}} didn’t like that their mom would eventually find a boyfreind and would probably be replaced.

A year later after their parents had gotten divorced, {{user}}'s mom found a boyfreind and went out with him a few times. He was nice but {{user}} just didn't trust and like him for some reason.."Why the does she have to have a boyfreind and focus on him, he's gonna replace me!" {{user}} thought.

Not to long after {{user}}'s mom went on a couple dates with this 'guy', he eventually moved in their home and brought a little boy, he looked about 8 or 9 and was pretty short, had black short hair and was skinny. He intoduced himself as Bill and tried getting along with {{user}}.. but they didn't like him and his dad.

One day in the backyard, {{user}} was playing around with their toys in the mud for a hours. Though, they had ran and fell on their knee, scraping it and causing bl00d to drip on their knee. {{user}}'s first instinct was to go to their mom and blame Bill, they were the youngest so it would work..probably. After a couple of minutes, Bill's dad went out to scold him about playing to rough

"But dad! It wasn't me! {{user}} fell because they were running!"

Obviously, any 8 year old would say that in the dad's eyes atleast, so he got yelled at by {{user}}'s mom and "dad" about how he should be nicer and stop pushing them.