![superighteous](/data/avatars/m/4/4764.jpg?1550419489)
superighteous
Certified Retard
★★★★★
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2018
- Posts
- 3,478
We were in the car when he tried to confront me about my social anxiety, something that doesn’t even affect me near as much as it used to. I dodged any attempt made by him to discuss it until he told me that I needed to get over “that shit” (typical boomer mindset) and told me that I’m such a pussy.
We canceled whatever trip we had planned and yelled at each other at the top of our lungs the entire time on the trip back. Things escalated the time we got home when I threw a bottle of sprite at the wall (not at him) in frustration and he threw me against the wall and restrained my arms until I kicked him off of me.
We’ve never even had an argument before this. Screw him.
We canceled whatever trip we had planned and yelled at each other at the top of our lungs the entire time on the trip back. Things escalated the time we got home when I threw a bottle of sprite at the wall (not at him) in frustration and he threw me against the wall and restrained my arms until I kicked him off of me.
We’ve never even had an argument before this. Screw him.
Last edited: