We stood in front of Veil's house, sat on my car. The things that I built. He asked me about my life so he could stomp on it, I was politely removed. I didn't talk about my 4.0s, the love of my children, my struggle for independence, because I didn't want him to feel inferior, you know, the way he should.
The way he is.
Everything I said, every kindness, he twisted into a negative. Every positive thing about myself, my life, he cut down. I tried, tried again, then got sick of trying.
This time, I cut the meeting short. I said I had homework, and that I should go, and I got up and left.
"If you're going to do this shit again," he called after me, "don't bother texting me."
Don't worry.
I won't.