#and he’d look at me and go yeah I want a restraining order asap

[mcflyy-rules]

another day, another thought about That Old Man.

[softedwin]

quentin gets his coffee every morning from this coffee shop on campus

they just make the best goddamn coffee and he needs it so he spends all this money there

and he’s been going there for months now and suddenly one day there’s this really hot barista he’s never seen before??

he literally just stares for a few minutes and he’s so glad there’s a longass line because right now he couldn’t form a single word, he is quite literally starstruck

luckily, he catches himself until it’s his turn and the hot barista greets him with the widest, prettiest smile and quentin thinks he’s about to faint

he manages to order his usual order and once he’s been handed his coffee, he hands over a $5 bill and that’s where it gets tricky

the barista, who’s called eliot as his name tag reveals, squints his eyes at the bill and pulls out this weird light thing and examines the bill with it

and this has never happened before?? what the hell?? so quentin just stares in panic as eliot scans his bill and he knows that bill isn’t fake but what if

but apparently that’s not enough because he also pulls out a pen and scribbles all over it and he calls back to the other barista “hey margo, you’re supposed to see something if it’s fake, right?” to which a “yes!” gets shouted back at him

quentin cannot believe his eyes when a faint yellow appears on the bill, like he’s actually about to faint because he just took that money out and now it’s fake?

fuck fuck fuck he’s never had any troubles with the law and now he’s definitely gonna get arrested just for ordering a damn coffee

but eliot just puts the bill in the register and goes “sorry, just had to be safe but if it is a forgery, it’s a pretty damn good one. where did you get it?”

and quentin just stammers again because he’s so nervous for so many reasons but manages to get out “just outside the coffee shop”

eliot hands him his change, while never losing his smile, and nods, “duly noted”

quentin manages a smile while slightly blushing, and then just takes his change and his coffee and leaves asap because he seriously couldn’t have been around eliot any longer without exploding

the next day quentin comes back (obviously! who would miss out on coffee like that?) and eliot is also back and his face immediately lights up because he’s just so happy to see eliot again

he’s still nervous but it’s not as bad as yesterday and he places his usual order 

eliot takes his money and again?? he’s checking if it’s fake?? and quentin is just so confused because he’s been coming here for months and this has never happened and honestly what is this dude’s deal?

eliot gives him his change and his coffee, notes that everything is good and wishes him a nice day

and then it just keeps happening over and over again

to the point where he even checks his coins and that?? just doesn’t make any sense??

it’s also lowkey weird that he has never seen eliot before and suddenly he’s there every morning, like what is up with that??

one morning quentin pays attention to every customer that is served by eliot and none, NONE of them get their bills/coins checked

but when it’s his turn, eliot pulls out that weird light that quentin cannot see anymore at this point and scans his bill again

and quentin just loses it because what the fuck is his deal, why does he have to suffer through this but every other customer gets away with it

so quentin calls him out and asks why he’s the only person who ever gets his bill checked for forgery and eliot just shrugs and says it’s company policy to check bills

and honestly quentin is so frustrated at this point that he just wants to yell at him but he quietly takes his coffee and leaves

the days of quentin looking forward to eliot are basically over because at this point it’s more frustrating to see him than anything else

however, he still catches himself staring at those lips and how he wants nothing more than to kiss them, albeit in his current state very angrily

but now quentin has another strategy: just pay with card. there’s nothing that can go wrong with that, right?

oh honey, he had such a big storm coming

when he pulls out his card, eliot looks a bit surprised and quentin already celebrates this victory but when eliot swipes his card, he presents him with the receipt and a pen, saying “you have to sign this”

quentin is completely taken by surprise because what, he’s had this card for several years now and no one has ever asked him to sign anything

“you’re messing with me right?” - “nope, it’s company policy”

and quentin wants nothing more than to shout fuck your company policy, it’s making my life hell but he restrains himself, signs the receipt and just takes his goddamn coffee

eliot shouts after him “goodbye quentin have a nice day”

and quentin has never noticed that eliot doesn’t know his name - well until now

he is dreading the next morning to say the least

but quentin doesn’t give up, he never does, and eliot can suck his dick because he comes up with another plan

a plan so well thought out it can’t go wrong that he walks into the coffee shop with a wide smile on his face and he can tell that eliot is put off by it because the past few weeks he’s always been greeted by a grumpy face 

eliot yells his name so everyone in line can hear it cheerfully and asks why he’s in such a good mood

quentin tells him it’s nothing, just feels like a good day, and orders his usual

when it’s time to hand over the cash, quentin sighs quietly but gives eliot his cash

but before eliot can pull out all his tools which, at this point, just make him fume, quentin grabs for a piece of paper in his bag and throws it on the counter in front of him

“company policy my ass, I swear to god if you check this bill for forgery again, I will literally start screaming, I’ve had it up until hERE just give me my goddamn coffee, eliot”

eliot looks taken aback but doesn’t say anything, just nods, his lips spreading into a wide grin when he hands quentin his coffee and his change

before eliot wishes him a good day, quentin notices that he’s biting his lip and even though he’s still fuming, he can’t deny that it’s such a good fucking look

but dear lord quentin is so proud of the stunt he’s just pulled and for the first time in fucking weeks he didn’t get held up by eliot checking his bill and chatting away at him (yeah because he’s done that too)

while he’s pouring some milk and some sugar in his cup, he can hear one barista who he’s pretty sure is called margo say “wow he’s feisty, I didn’t know he had it in him” with eliot sighing and answering “it’s always the quiet ones, bambi” and who the fuck is bambi but there’s too much adrenaline pumping through his body for him to care

the next visits to the coffee shop are so satisfying because eliot gives him his coffee without a comment and he can enjoy his life and go on about his day without raging inside his head

sometimes eliot asks him about his day and they just chat away while eliot is preparing his order and it’s just nice and he doesn’t understand why it couldn’t have been like this from the beginning

because eliot is nice and sweet and kind and funny and he wants to get to know him better but he doesn’t know how so instead of dreading the coffee shop visits, he’s lowkey looking forward to them

especially to the big smile he’s greeted with when eliot sees him, the way he says “quentin!” that makes his heart melt every time and it’s hard to believe that just a few weeks ago quentin wanted to strangle eliot with his bare hands whenever he saw him

sometimes their conversations turn flirty but quentin tells himself that eliot is just being nice and isn’t that kind of his job as a barista? he would constantly ask julie

they kinda dance around each other for a while and one day eliot jokingly says that he’ll have to check his bill again (it has turned into a joke for them, they can laugh about it now) and quentin rolls his eyes but smiles and just says “ffs eliot just give me my coffee”

and margo joins in with an eye-roll of her ownand goes “yeah stop messing around with that boy” and quentin has a feeling that margo knows something he doesn’t because her words sound softer than usual, don’t have the usual annoyance in them, but quentin ignores it and looks expectantly at eliot

although he is pretty sure he hears her mutter under her breath “and finally ask him out jesus christ” but he must have misheard that, so again he just ignores it

eliot leans forward on the counter and quentin notices that he tries to be confident but he’s biting his lips, his hands are fidgeting and he seems almost… coy? and quentin has no clue why because eliot is one of the most confident people he’s ever met so this makes no fucking sense whatsoever

eventually, eliot looks up at him, with a shy smile gracing his lips, and he says softly “only if you go on a date with me” and yeah maybe quentin didn’t mishear margo after all

quentin is so shocked because what??? this literal god wants to go on a date with him??? and he just stares at him for a moment, his mouth opening and closing again like a fish that’s trying to breathe on land 

and eliot backtracks, shakes his head and says that he’ll still get his coffee even if he says no

“so one coffee means one date with you? I’ll take like 10″

eliot’s face LIGHTS up, he’s literally beaming and he smiles so wide

“please don’t actually make me 10 coffees, I’ll die”

and eliot just laughs because quentin is so adorable 

eliot writes his phone number on quentin’s cup and tells him to call him or text him or whatever and quentin promises he will

their smiles are both so wide, like their faces hurt from it but they can’t stop and margo just goes “okay let’s continue, you two have been holding up this line for way too long anyway”

when quentin messages eliot later that day, he asks where he wants to go for the date and when and eliot just says he’d love to go anywhere with quentin except for a coffee

they end up going for a picnic in a park and eliot told quentin not to worry about anything because he’ll prepare it

and dear lord did he prepare it, eliot went full out and quentin is just speechless and eliot is worried that it might be too much and quentin just smiles and says it’s perfect

eliot pulls out a cup and hands it over to quentin with a big smile

“the usual, freshly prepared. enjoy”

and quentin‘s just like ??? thank you?? I do not deserve you?? and he’s just so happy because eliot is so goddamn sweet

quentin points out that he’ll save so much money by dating eliot because eliot can just prepare his coffee every morning

eliot looks so offended by this statement because is this the only reason you want to date me?

quentin just wiggles his eyebrows and laughs but eventually shakes his head and eliot joins in on his laughter soon too

they just sit there in silence for a while, eating and drinking away and enjoying the good weather

until quentin asks why the hell he would always check his bills but not anyone else’s and eliot grins at him mischievously

„I just wanted to get your attention. and maybe rile you up. you look so adorable when you’re frustrated. but mostly I just wanted an excuse to speak to you longer even though I could tell you wanted to strangle me“

quentin just looks at him apologetically, bites his lip and ends up hiding his face behind his hands but eliot pries his hands away, takes them in his own and tells him it’s okay and how he probably would have reacted the same way and wouldn’t have had that patience and that there’s a million ways he could have gone about this but he chose to be so extra

“all that matters is that we ended up here” and quentin agrees and smiles again and he doesn’t think he has smiled so much around another person in his entire life

but eliot has to go and ruin it by saying that he doubts quentin could have resisted him for long, considering the snack he is, and when he wiggles his eyebrows, quentin rolls his eyes again but soon breaks out into laughter

they spend the rest of the day together and it’s honestly one of the best days of quentin’s entire life because it’s filled with so much laughter and love and happiness and quentin truly believes this is the beginning of something good

BONUS:

one night quentin and eliot are lying in bed 

they’ve been together for a few months now and going strong

but quentin is obviously brooding over something, he’s frowning and eliot decides it’s not a good look on his boyfriend so he asks what’s wrong

and quentin snaps out of whatever zone he’s in and blushes and shakes his head

but eliot insists he tells him what’s wrong because there’s something obviously bothering him

quentin makes eliot promise not to laugh and eliot swears he would never so quentin takes a deep breath and asks him why he was suddenly there every morning back then when before that quentin had never seen him around even though he went to that coffee shop religiously 

eliot raises an eyebrow and goes “this is what keeps you up at night?” but can’t help but grin

quentin sighs exasperatedly and tells eliot to just tell him

now it’s eliot’s turn to take a deep breath and he goes all quiet and quentin knows this moment is going to be important

“someone asked me to cover their morning shift because I usually did afternoons then. after I spoke to you, I asked margo if you came around a lot and she told me you’re there every morning. so I asked to be put on the morning shift every day because I wanted to see you again so badly”

eliot shrugs shyly and they’re both blushing 

quentin’s heart melts right then and there because how is he so goddamn lucky to have found a guy like eliot?

[visambros]

Hello, I hope you are safe and well. Please take care of yourself.

Thank you very much Anon, I appreciate your concern and well wishes.

Okay, so it’s been almost a week, and I promised that I’d explain what happened. So here’s why I’ve been a bit unresponsive for the last little while. I’ll try not to make this too long. Nope nevermind, this is long.

And again, I’m sorry I went so long without replying to people.

Okay so, my Jamaican step-father got arrested and may or may not get deported. For those of you who don’t know why this happened, let me briefly recap my life in regards to my step-family.

My mother married my step-father after only knowing him for roughly two or three months. Despite all the warnings we gave her, she didn’t listen and basically married a stranger. A year or two passes before my step-father and his two sons (one of which may possibly be a murderer who killed a relative of his) are brought Canada. My step-father is a very jealous and suspicious man who increasingly got more verbally abusive and controlling as time went on. He even broke up a friendship between my mom and a male friend because he threatened to kill said male friend.

These kinds of threats are the reason why my step-father was arrested last Saturday. My mom normally ignored these threats and downplayed them as not being very serious (I’ll get back to this later) but a few weeks before he was arrested, my step-father’s paranoia and threatening nature got so bad that mom could no longer write it off. He kept doing awful things, like accusing my mom of sleeping with any man that she happened to be friendly with, and telling her that he had friends who had guns and he would kill her for cheating on him.

So roughly 3 or 4 days before my step-father was arrested, my mom and her ex-boyfriend reunited (no they didn’t hook up). After my mom told her ex-boyfriend about how awful my step-father was, the ex told her to go to the police. She was initially reluctant but due to how bad the death threats had gotten, she decided to do it. So when my step-father was at work on Saturday, she went over to the police station and made a statement against him.

According to the police, when this would happen In the past, they wouldn’t arrest the abuser right away. Instead they would talk to the abuser, tell them that death threats were illegal and warn them that they would get arrested the next time they did that. However, because so many abuse victims were getting killed after the police talked to them, they had a new policy of arresting the abuser right away. So when my mom made her statement, they went to arrest my step-father shortly after. And apparently, if his sentence is longer than six months, he’ll be deported and go back to Jamaica. I’m leaving out a lot of the details of that Saturday but that’s the gist of what happened.

You would think that, since my step-father is now in jail, I’d have less reasons to be stressed. But his arrest made me more paranoid than his presence normally did, and for a few reasons. For one, he might not have been being delusional when he said that he has friends with guns. I know that for a while he had some people spying on mom, so he definitely has some allies on his side, even if no one (I think?) paid for his bail.

And though my step-father might be talking out of his ass when he says that his friends have guns, he might not be lying about that. My dad- my real dad- has many friends that are drug dealers or gangsters of some kind, since he grew up in a bad part of Jamaica and many of those friends are people he knew from childhood. My step-father came from a poor part of the island, and a lot of crime tends to happen in poor areas, so it’s not impossible to believe that some of those friends may be gangsters as well. It really doesn’t help my paranoia when odd stuff kept happening shortly after my step-father got arrested (someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night, but when I answered the door no one was there. And a few times people with Jamaican accents would call and hang up shortly after I answered the phone).

But even if none of his friends get revenge for him, there’s the issue with his son. The one who may be a murderer. I’ll refer to him as “P”. On the day that my step-father got arrested, “P” saw the police come to our door to look for the father and leave when they found out that he wasn’t there. When “P” asked me what was going on, I lied to him because I didn’t want him warning his dad. “P” keeps telling me that he’d never hurt us (since he knows that we know about the murder allegations) and for the most part he really doesn’t seem like someone who would murder anybody, but I can’t help but be concerned. Despite all the fights they had, apparently “P” was really close to my step-father, and I’m worried about how he’ll react if his father gets deported.

And lastly, there’s my step-father himself. If he doesn’t get deported, he’ll have a restraining order filed against him. But if he decides he’s going to murder us for real, restraining orders aren’t going to do anything to stop him. We are on the police’s “speed-dial list” or something, which means that if we call the police they’re going to send a bunch of cops to our house asap. But we might not even get the chance to call the police if he were to get to us fast enough.

…So remember how I said that mom ignored the death threats initially? Well, after my step-father got arrested, whenever I overhear her speaking to people about why she went to the police, she always mentions how she wouldn’t have done it if it was just about her, but she “has kids to think about” and that’s part of the reason why she did it. That’s funny of her to say that, especially after everything that she’s done.

Look, I’m not saying that she doesn’t care about her kids. She does, she really does. It’s just that, after everything that’s happened I realize her concern for us has terms and conditions applied to it. She’ll feed us before she feeds herself, she’ll deprive herself of getting something if it means that we can have it, she’ll really sacrifice a lot for us… up to a certain point. But if she wants something, and I mean really wants something, she’ll make sure she’ll have/keep it even if comes at an unacceptable cost to us.

She “has kids to think about”, but that didn’t stop her from staying married to a man she hardly knew despite being told that he was emotionally and physically abusive. She “has kids to think about”, but it didn’t stop her from hardly doing anything at all when my step-dad threaten to kill me while she was near by. She “has kids to think about”, but didn’t think to take our concerns seriously when we told her that she wasn’t safe- that none of us were safe- and that she needed to do something about our step-father after he threatened to kill her and her male friend because he thought she was cheating on him. She “has kids to think about”, but it took her being uncomfortable with his one-too-many death threats (her discomfort, not ours) for her to finally call the police.

Mom is willing to make sacrifices for us, so long as those sacrifices are things that she wants to make/is fine with losing. If it’s something she really wants, then I guess we just have to go fuck ourselves until she’s ready to give it up.

…So yeah, as you can imagine, I have good reason to be stressed out lately. If I could, I’d move out immediately, but I don’t have anywhere to realistically go at the moment. So I have to stay home and hope I don’t get murdered.

[adelindschade]

So since in my previous post I touched on some of the bullshit my dad put us through, I’m going to reiterate some of our last ‘transactions’ before that bridge was burned - one of the many pivotal awakenings I needed to throw those rose colored glasses away. By then I had taken them off and started seeing shit differently but this moment was probably one of the few that prompted me to stop giving a fuck and call it quits for good.

By this point, dad and I are in a rough patch. I gave him an ultimatum about a year from now - right before thanksgiving - to stay off mom, she wasn’t in a position to be losing income for child support when custody was 50/50, etch. - and he’d rather lay into me about not knowing my place (despite me being a 22 YO independent adult) and gaslighting me about not knowing the full situation (bullshit). So we’re not on speaking terms.

I’ll let you know now - family or not, if you piss me, I’m done. I quit. There ain’t no tantrums. There aren’t conversations. After that last text and you ain’t wit the program, I’m duecing out. Peace sign, have good life, motherfucker, I’m out. Adios. Fuck off forever. I had my last straw and I stopped talking altogether. It was mutual. No one was lifting a finger to initiate any sort of discussion after that debacle. .

I ain’t the person who sends holiday or birthday texts. Nah. When I’m done, it’s cold turkey. I cut it off in an instant and I don’t look back. None of this “I’m always here” bullshit or “call me if you have a change of heart”. Nah, fam. Not even with my ex-bestie. She was all about that life after our blow out but I said what I said, I meant it, and I’m not turning back on my words just to re-engage an awkward & inevitably change friendship. That bridge was incinerated and same goes for my Dad.

Also - blocking - I’m all about that life. None of that ‘weak’ shit excuse. I don’t want to be hearing from you. I don’t want to be seeing shit from or about you. I don’t want you creeping on my shit either so your nosy ass can talk about something to your friends. Nah. We’s dead to each other. I blocked a hella ton of people because they nosy AF and messy and I’m not going to enable that shit. My profile is private, too, so they can’t hire their friends to peep for them either. Communication is low so mutual friends or family can’t be talking shit if I don’t have anything to say about the matter. I stay in my fucking lane, you bet your ass you ought to do the same. I ain’t gonna make it easy for you to weave in between the lines so don’t even bother.

I also learned that if people are a) bitching but b) not blocking - that door is still open for more bullshit. That girlfriend of yours talking shit about her on-and-off ex for a billion reasons but still refusing to block his ass? You bet they’re going to be back together by the end of the week. It’s inevitable. They ain’t ready to cut that cord.

My dad was one of those people. His (last I heard, ex) GF was a piece of work. So many stories were born from that messy relationship but he wasn’t dumb AF and continued to justify or make excuses as to why he wanted to work on it. At the end of the day, he made it known he valued her over his own kids, and that was that. He bankrupted himself to support her even though she already had income coming in three different ways and he used that excuse to make all these expectations that were never realized.

This is semi-important. All of this ties together.

When I cut contact, I cut all of it. No birthday text, no happy father’s day text, none of that. I was a making a point and it struck a nerve. He went through mom to tell me I needed to bounce TF off his phone plan (as if I wasn’t paying my portion?? which I learned was MORE than what I actually owed!!). Hmm. Ironic. I was asking him for months to cut me off his plan because he was the account owner and he had to give the approval but all he did was give BS excuses to wait or that I wasn’t financially ready to take on another burden (What?? I was meticulous about my budget and planned ahead for it! I realize now it was because I was paying for part of not just my plan but his, too - hmm). So suddenly now, I’m an ungrateful mooch and need to bounce ASAP.

Luckily I anticipated this but unfortunately had to wait for his go ahead. Because no matter how times I attempted to do it, they still needed certain information only he could give, and it was infuriating that I couldn’t do shit unless he went ahead from HIS account to release the line.

Now, let me input this: I love my phone. It’s old (4+ years) but it works, it functions, and it still in pretty condition because I forked out a shit ton of money for a grade A case that lived up to its reputation (otterbox FTW). So, the only thing I was (or should have been) paying for was just the plan and my ass was grandfathered in so I wasn’t paying for shit for unlimited. However, I was paying twice that amount until this moment. My upgrade was never used because I didn’t need one - it was only for an emergency just in case some shit happened to my phone. I didn’t ever want a new one because the one I had (and still do) does everything I need it to. (Shout out to Samsung!)

Dad, however, was the exact opposite. Constantly upgraded because he HAD to have the new iPhone after it’s release (same applies to my brother which he always catered to) and stealing everyone’s upgrades while still forking out money for the phone he just ditched.

So after days in finagling for the fucking information I needed to just finish the job, he finally makes me the account manager to just take care of it. First it was, oh I haven’t paid the bill yet so I still owe x amount before they make any account change (abet lowkey suggesting I take care of the $400+ invoice - TF I will! Hell no! I’m not the one to be tried today - fuck that noise!) Then it was - oh, well, uh, I couldn’t cover the total so wait until next week so I have the entire bill take care of...

Here’s what went down:

This man never, ever paid the bill in full. He had late fee after late free applied because he was cutting corners.

On top of that, he was constantly adding new devices  - like a new set of Dre Beat wireless headphones - hmm - while apparently not having enough to cover the bill. That’s some piss poor management right there.

Here’s the bonus:

I finally ask the rep to take me off. Wait, there’s a new charge. What? On my line? Repeat that, please??

This man used MY line, MY UPGRADE, while the account still under his name to buy a brand new $1100 iPhone - in payment plans no less! So either someone pays the difference (which is pretty much the whole thing) before I can ever transfer my line to an independent one or - at this point - my mind stopped listening because I was fuming.

Wanna guess where, or rather who, that phone went to? Take a guess - it’s pretty easy - if you thought, hmm, Dad, so did I - but no, it went to his pretty little neurotic piece of a GF. *I learned this later on from my brother who was lamenting about how she got the phone and not him (after his took a nasty fall & cracked the screen).

Folks, I don’t remember how TF I did without forking over money but I did - I got my ass off the plan within a week of the original message, kept my beloved phone (which he can pry from my cold, dead hands) and my number with a manageable plan.

Now, let me tell you, I did not block my dad. My number is still the same as always because it’s damn near connected to everything in my name. I couldn’t bother with a number change because too much inconvenience. I sent him an e-mail saying the deed was done (literally 5 words or less) and he never replied back - that was that.

Fast forward about.... rounded, a couple months. Karma is beautifully served and she kicks his ass to the curb after mooching off what she could without having to do the same. (He’s still a dick and probably did some shit to deserve the restraining order). He crawls back to my mom looking for pity. She reminds him said-ex-GF is not worth it and primarily one of the reasons why he’s estranged with his eldest (me!).

He has the audacity to say the following - oh, I was going to ask her eventually if she wanted to get coffee. (Haha! Hell no! As if I’d be anywhere in the same zip code as this man! I ain’t gonna be trapped listening to his woe-is-me bullshit. Fuck that!)

Mom shakes her head - she knows me well enough. That ain’t gonna fly. She’s not going to respond to that.

He probably scratched his head - what should I do? (*Uh, dumbass, I literally wrote you an e-mail with plain-as-day instructions. First step, apologize, second step, acknowledge your wrong doings, third step, make an vocal and actual effort to fix x amount of issues which I’ve bulleted! Look at your Goddamn archives!)

Mom literally says - show an effort.

He replies - okay... is her number the same??

Bruh. Bruuhh.

At this point, it’s just comedy. I can’t make this shit up.

I’ve never blocked this man. I never changed my number. If he asked, idk, my brother?? He’d confirm - yeah, it’s still the same.

Now under this context, which my mother forewarned me about, he sends me a BS text - oh, thinking about you, hoping you’re doing well, text me, love ya.

What bullshit. Mind you, had his (ex) GF not kicked him to the curb, he’d still be at her side, and I’d still be in exile - so no - not happening. You made your bed, lie in it. See - I look at the bigger picture - it helps with retrospect.

Mark to present: Mom is now on the train which she’s almost always finds her way back on - forgive and forget! He’s your father? Yadda-yadda - you know the naive shit that gets her into trouble because she forgives wayyy too easily the shit no one should put up with. (*I’m all about the resent-and-remember and boii has it served me good).

Mom - has your father texted you yet? He told me he tried again. (As per use, telling one thing, doing another - actions ain’t lining up, pops. Typical).

My inbox: void of any such message(s).

Me - Nope! (proceeds to monologue about his douchebaggery and my intolerance for such antics and how forgiveness is absolutely out of the question.)

Mother  - who is very passive - immediately weans off the topic. She’s the soft spoken but persistent type. (I’m the opposite. I’m the ‘cuss your ass out’ + end of fucking discussion type).

I see things for how they are and I’m ain’t about that bullshit. I know how things operate and I’m not playing the fool this time.