i just cant with him and im sure that we’re probably never gonna talk again in the near future and probably until he dies or something, no idea what’s to come of the will, never really cared but always thought about it cuz mom mentioned it to me once years ago

always made me feel ashamed for existing and never once was open to listening to how i felt and would default to the “everything is in your hands, it’s your fault” card for getting rejected from a job offer

says he’d support me and help me, after getting kicked out from my moms place, then crashes out over a butter knife in the kitchen and kicks me out over an empty bottle of sunny d in my dresser

he’s kind of a dick for that