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.
I fully sympathize with you, my mom and grandfather were like this and I had to have two years of therapy around age 20 just to sort of start to understand why they would be so mean to me seemingly out of the blue. It did break me. In the end I came to the conclusion that not all parents like their kids or should be parents and I’ve been making my peace with that since.
It’s exactly the Bilbo thing. All the best to you and so many remote hugs, it abuse and it’s vile.