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.
The alternating approaches are not internally inconsistent; the motive is to continuously make you feel dependent, feel lesser.
I had to put up with this for years in my late teens. It made me want to run away but I had no sense of how the world worked and therefore no plan of where I could run to.
I hope there's someone in walking distance that you can confide in. Having this would have made my life back then immeasurably better.
Used to be my mom but she's gone now.