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's the freaky thing about abusive people: the abuse is so casual for them that they sometimes expect everyone else to move on from it just as fast as they do.
Absolutely not, but your dad is among the shittier for making you feel that way.