He calls me up to ask if he can borrow my truck tomorrow afternoon. I say sure, but I need a way to get to and from work. "Well, back in my day, we did it the oldfashioned way. It's called...walking." "It's too hot and too far to walk...Is Mom using the Subaru? Maybe I can use that." "She's using it." "Hm..I'll talk to her and figure something out." "Why do you always have to go through your mother? Why cant you just trust me? You're always picking fights with me, why cant we just get along?"
It turned into this huge thing, him talking down to me like I'm a piece of shit that never does anything right, me ending up crying and hanging up on him because he wouldnt accept it when I said "I have to go."
Now I have to fucking go over there and Susan's going to mediate. WHAT THE FUCK?!? There is no problem if he would just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!! Luckily my mom's not completely on his side, which I'm kind of surprised about.
The moral of the story: DONT BE A DICK, DICK!
(I love XXX)