He called me this morning to let me have it over the phone. Then he asked me if I wanted a ride to the store. Yeah man like I’m going to want to sit in the car with you while you tell me how much of a piece of shit I am then go grocery shop.
So now I’m out a trip to the store for who knows how long. Until this blows over which could be days.
I feel so small after this, I feel like I’m the world’s most shittiest person.
That is part of the abuse. It’s deliberate, like a boxer lining up someone for another punch with a “rope a dope.”