Momzilla backhands me because I stop her demon child from touching my three grand PC.

Now, I know you've heard a lot of these kinds of stories, but bear with me because it's not only a long one, it's my first one, and it doesn't have a happy ending.

Starting off the story, my mum had her friends over for dinner, because she hasn't seen them in five years, and they have a four-year-old kid. Also, the mum has a super big, where is the manager? Look. Anyways, they come over and I eat dinner.

Because I'm the nice host, I ate with my guests. Also, anytime I have anyone over, I lock my door

from the outside if I'm out and inside if I'm in. And my door is damaged because I slammed it

once and a part of the side came off. There isn't a big hole in the door. Towards the end of dinner,

I see this entitled brat running off towards my room and I don't think anything about it because

it's locked, right? I have my gaming PC in there. It's a laptop, which is important for later.

Then I hear a door open,

and I'm very protective of my stuff, so I get up from the dinner table to see my door open,

and I'm thinking, what the frick, how? It turns out the kid unlocked the door. How? I don't even know. He goes into my room and sees my gaming chair and immediately climbs up on it and tries to

climb up onto my desk where my laptop is.

I freak the freak out, and I grab him and put him on the ground, trying not to hurt him

and I say, Hey kid, you can't climb on my belongings like that.

Why not?

This kid is four, he said nut instead of not, because it's expensive and you could break it.

So?

Just get out.

So the kid leaves the room and not 40 seconds later I hear,

Excuse me in my mother's name.

I kid you not, this woman stomped to my room like Godzilla and then entered very calmly with her entitled Brett.

Why won't you let my son play?

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