Yesterday I drove to my aunt’s place for father’s day and everything was alright at first. My other aunt was also coming over with her two daughters, but her husband wasn’t coming for reasons I’m about to explain. Basically she got into a drunk driving accident and sideswiped two parked cars, leaving her own car totaled in the process.
She was arrested by the police and taken down to the station for an hour or two before her husband picked her up, and from what I heard he didn’t speak a word to her the entire ride home. This was the same woman who called me a psychopath 3 years ago for confessing all of my pent of feelings to my oneitis, who was her best friend’s daughter, so my aunt was the first one my oneitis called when I said I was going to take my own life because I couldn’t live without her.
Even when saying I wouldn’t harm her, I was simply going to harm myself, she still called me a psychopath as if that girl was the fucking victim just because I made her cry, none of them know a fraction of my pain because both that girl and my bitch aunt are very wealthy. So the fact that my aunt got some karma for hurting me the way she did was satisfying. It’s even better when I realized that the reason I went through so much pain with my oneitis in the first place was because my aunt kept inviting them over her house for family gatherings while I was there, even after I was rejected.
So my aunt is the very reason I went through so much unnecessary pain and confusion up to this point, so I don’t mind what happened to her. She’s not even hurt, and because of the lack of foid’s consequences in this world, every person at her work is going to financially support her, and instead of waiting 1 year to get her license back she could be looking at only 3 fucking months if she finds a good lawyer.
She said she was never going to drink again but she was already talking about wine yesterday jfl. Anyway the brutal part of this story comes in with when we were all at the table and my other aunt who was the one hosting the get together was looking at old videos on her phone from years ago. She first came across a video of me around 12 years old. I looked so happy and full of life, and I don’t even remember half of the things I said or did because that reality is so far removed from the life I currently live now, which is brutal to think about.
Then my my drunk driver aunt who once called me a psychopath over that girl pulls out her fucking phone while I’m standing right behind her and she shows them all a video of my little cousin from years ago, recorded by my oneitis. You could hear her voice, and you could hear her father screaming at a football game in the background like a true psychopath, more than what my aunt could ever call me.
I was in a position where I couldn’t leave, and I had a crowd around me and I was up against a wall because of how small the dining room was, so I was forced to sit and watch my aunt casually name drop my oneitis and play of video of her voice out loud in front of everyone else who knows what happened with me and her but none of them even looked at me. It’s either they forgot all about it or my aunt purposely tried torturing me with my past unrequited love, and if she did she is truly fucking evil and deserved what she got.
Anyways she had to get a ride home since her license has been revoked, luckily it wasn’t me who had to do it. Once I got home I smoked some cigarettes and starting drinking myself, but at least in my drunken state I know not to drive because I’m not a fucking idiot. I had to drink because my unrequited love was flashing in my head after the video my aunt had showed to the family right in front of me, so I drank until I got on VRchat, made some people laugh by jestermaxxing with a buzz, and then I almost vomited because I ate flaming hot Cheetos and since my throat was numb I couldn’t tell if I was choking on them, so the urge to cough hit me like a truck, like worse than a bong hit. I was coughing over the toilet because it was coupled with nausea from the beer so I genuinely thought I would vomit, but I luckily didn’t.
I then just went back into my room and fell asleep. My aunt is such a bitch, when she gets karma it not only works out in her favor in the end, but she also purposely shows videos filmed by my oneitis to the family with her voice included, and even specifies that it’s her recording it by saying her name out loud when I’m right behind her, just to make me feel worse. It’s almost as if she wants me to kill myself.
That’s where I’ve been pretty much.
She was arrested by the police and taken down to the station for an hour or two before her husband picked her up, and from what I heard he didn’t speak a word to her the entire ride home. This was the same woman who called me a psychopath 3 years ago for confessing all of my pent of feelings to my oneitis, who was her best friend’s daughter, so my aunt was the first one my oneitis called when I said I was going to take my own life because I couldn’t live without her.
Even when saying I wouldn’t harm her, I was simply going to harm myself, she still called me a psychopath as if that girl was the fucking victim just because I made her cry, none of them know a fraction of my pain because both that girl and my bitch aunt are very wealthy. So the fact that my aunt got some karma for hurting me the way she did was satisfying. It’s even better when I realized that the reason I went through so much pain with my oneitis in the first place was because my aunt kept inviting them over her house for family gatherings while I was there, even after I was rejected.
So my aunt is the very reason I went through so much unnecessary pain and confusion up to this point, so I don’t mind what happened to her. She’s not even hurt, and because of the lack of foid’s consequences in this world, every person at her work is going to financially support her, and instead of waiting 1 year to get her license back she could be looking at only 3 fucking months if she finds a good lawyer.
She said she was never going to drink again but she was already talking about wine yesterday jfl. Anyway the brutal part of this story comes in with when we were all at the table and my other aunt who was the one hosting the get together was looking at old videos on her phone from years ago. She first came across a video of me around 12 years old. I looked so happy and full of life, and I don’t even remember half of the things I said or did because that reality is so far removed from the life I currently live now, which is brutal to think about.
Then my my drunk driver aunt who once called me a psychopath over that girl pulls out her fucking phone while I’m standing right behind her and she shows them all a video of my little cousin from years ago, recorded by my oneitis. You could hear her voice, and you could hear her father screaming at a football game in the background like a true psychopath, more than what my aunt could ever call me.
I was in a position where I couldn’t leave, and I had a crowd around me and I was up against a wall because of how small the dining room was, so I was forced to sit and watch my aunt casually name drop my oneitis and play of video of her voice out loud in front of everyone else who knows what happened with me and her but none of them even looked at me. It’s either they forgot all about it or my aunt purposely tried torturing me with my past unrequited love, and if she did she is truly fucking evil and deserved what she got.
Anyways she had to get a ride home since her license has been revoked, luckily it wasn’t me who had to do it. Once I got home I smoked some cigarettes and starting drinking myself, but at least in my drunken state I know not to drive because I’m not a fucking idiot. I had to drink because my unrequited love was flashing in my head after the video my aunt had showed to the family right in front of me, so I drank until I got on VRchat, made some people laugh by jestermaxxing with a buzz, and then I almost vomited because I ate flaming hot Cheetos and since my throat was numb I couldn’t tell if I was choking on them, so the urge to cough hit me like a truck, like worse than a bong hit. I was coughing over the toilet because it was coupled with nausea from the beer so I genuinely thought I would vomit, but I luckily didn’t.
I then just went back into my room and fell asleep. My aunt is such a bitch, when she gets karma it not only works out in her favor in the end, but she also purposely shows videos filmed by my oneitis to the family with her voice included, and even specifies that it’s her recording it by saying her name out loud when I’m right behind her, just to make me feel worse. It’s almost as if she wants me to kill myself.
That’s where I’ve been pretty much.
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