i got screamed at by my dad

My dad is the worst type of person you’ll ever meet. Those people who do abusive, bad things, and don’t change ever. Don’t even try to redeem themselves. He’s been emotionally and verbally abusive for the whole time I’ve been alive. That level of not understanding, not caring, is one that I cannot relate to, even if I do see my past self in him sometimes. I guess this whole thing was a reminder to not become someone like him, one that I’ll take with grace. 

I went to Stirling with my friend. I was a little bit of a nuisance, being a physically disabled dude who HATES others, and I almost had a meltdown, but I gave her 2 slices of cake and got the bus together and it was fun. I hope it was. I’m very numb today. 

My dad was picking me up at my hometown, where the bus was driving to. He said he was picking things up in Stirling and since I have a kind of… selective understanding that went in one ear and out the other and didn’t care. He didn’t say ‘I’m with your brothers having a lovely time’ he said ‘I’m in Stirling picking a few things up’. So he was annoyed at having to leave to pick me up.. whatever. 

I’m under a building talking to my friend and he’s beeping at me. I didn’t know because why the fuck would I think that a car was beeping at me? I barely even heard it over other cars driving past. He calls me yelling at me to come out and get into the car… he’s at a stoplight with a dozen cars behind him. I say no because I’m not crossing a road to get to a stoplight that’ll turn green for the cars when I get there. He drives around to an actual parking spot and I begin walking to it. I think my friend was a little concerned but I said bye to her and walked to the car and this cunt is yelling at me from the other side of the road. I get into the car, bashing my head on the top of the car and busting my lip in the process (I genuinely don’t know how I managed that, I think I was rushing) and my dad is screaming at me and my brother. I understand why my dad was annoyed but there’s no reason to verbally abuse me because of it. Stop screaming at me. Stop screaming at my brother for something YOU caused. I argue with my dad, insult him, and then cry 4 times. And now I’m writing this. Whatever, I’ll be over this in a day. At least I have something new to focus on.