The relationship I'm in.
Three days ago, I was three words into a sentence. I was cut off by his attitude, yelling and cursing. He did something wrong and I was politely pointing it out. I was not being disrespectful. He most likely had no clue what I was going to say or what I was even talking about because I was only able to say three words. That is how toxic the environment has become. I did help create it. It's been five and a half years in the making. I can't pretend otherwise. However, I refuse to be a participant any longer and have not been in a few weeks. I think that frustrates him more. He has no one to take part in the sick game. No one to be crazy with.
72 hours later, the subject comes back up. Figuring time had passed, I tried to spit out my thought again. I kid you not, three words in and I was cut off with the same attitude, yelling and cursing. It happened so fast that I pointed out that I didn't even get to say the topic. "Do you even know what I was even going to talk about?" He realized he did not. Can you imagine being so combative that you just start yelling gibberish? Anyway, the conversation ended. Nothing was solved.
At least I have to vent to. I march on...
72 hours later, the subject comes back up. Figuring time had passed, I tried to spit out my thought again. I kid you not, three words in and I was cut off with the same attitude, yelling and cursing. It happened so fast that I pointed out that I didn't even get to say the topic. "Do you even know what I was even going to talk about?" He realized he did not. Can you imagine being so combative that you just start yelling gibberish? Anyway, the conversation ended. Nothing was solved.
At least I have to vent to. I march on...