Originally posted by hydromorphone
Jesus christ, you're the only delusional one.
I never waved a firearm in my life "wildly", you weren't even in the same room. You were in your room. And two "witnesses"? My grandmother was in her bedroom watching TV. Fuckhead /was standing by the wall/your door. I was standing at first, then sat down on the chair waiting for you to get your shit packed and leave. You were crying and upset and I felt terrible for that and then came to the door and tried to hand you the gun, barrel facing me, handle for you to grab. You wouldn't take it. I had said at one point BEFORE that, to fuckhead if he didn't get out of my way that the walls were so thin I could shoot your ass through the damn thing, which yes, all of what I did was wrong, the way I went about it, but you had been warned, seen that I was desperate to get fuckhead out of my life, been told I didn't want you to get hurt, didn't want shit to get even worse while you were there, as I knew it was going to and told several times that you needed to LEAVE.
I really wish it hadn't gone the way it did. I feel terrible even now it went as such, but I'm not going to take blame for some over hyped version. I know what I did. I know it was wrong. And since it happened I've been apologetic, regretful, and have tried to make it right as best as one can/make amends. I have took responsibility for my actions and owned what I did, you're the only one who hasn't.
You were told after throwing a beer at me which splattered everywhere, including the baby being covered, this being right after I got out of the hospital and in serious pain and you falling into me after saying several times to please watch it, or go lay down in bed, I couldn't because if I laid on my back I couldn't breath, being the only reason I was sitting on the couch in the corner of the sectional. You fell into me while I was dozed off asleep and acted like I attacked you when I instinctually pushed/kicked this huge fucking weight that landed right on my lung where I had pneumonia and already could barely breath. You threw beer at me, beer I drove out of my way from the ER to get you so your alcoholic ass wouldn't be in WDs(which you cracked my screen worse instead of talking to me when we were in the parking lot- I wasn't being mean, I was just trying to figure out what was wrong with you - apparently you had an ear infection for the first time in your life and acted like a big fucking baby. When we got home and you asked me to put rubbing alcohol in your ear to dry it out you got mad at me because you left your mouth open and some poured down your face… Meanwhile I can barely breath).
After the shit with throwing beer because your either drunk and/or impaired by the ear infection I got pissed and told you to get the beer off my property. You went outside. I waited 5mins or so then said "okay, you don't want to get it off then I'm getting rid of it". I struggled up got the beer and began dumping it down the sink. You then came behind me grabbing me, pushing me. And otherwise touching and grasping me in a aggressive manner to stop me. I kept going just for the beer to get rid of it. You then came behind me and grabbed me around the neck. That's when I got scared and it hurt, so I bit the ever living shit out of you. You threatened to call the cops and I told you to go the fuck ahead since I couldn't have bitten you like that without you grabbing me from behind. It literally would have been impossible and YOU would have been the one going to jail just for that. Hell. You could have called for me "illegally destroying your beer", which lol… Doesn't matter if you had one beer or 10, throwing beer because your mad you fell into a sick person and they kicked you off of them isn't acceptable or right. Nothing you did that night was right.
My only regret is I should have called the police, and I shouldn't have replaced your beer the next day. I'd done nothing to you that night. Hell, earlier I asked if you could hand me my medicine which was next to you and you refused. I didn't say a word, and just sat there and tried to sleep, saying only once before I dozed off seeing you wabbling about to PLEASE WATCH OUT or go to the bedroom to sleep since I was scared you'd fall on me, just like you ended up doing landing right on my lung/chest. I was some monster though for kicking you off so I could breath though. While I was woken up to ungodly pain of your weight on my lungs…. Nope, for that I'm not going to feel bad anymore. Nor for the beer, other than I should have just called the cops and had you arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct and assault by throwing the beer at me and having me covered in it. Hell, I could have for you falling on me but after I came to be awake I did realize it was an accident, albeit, a preventable accident.
I don't even feel bad other than it had to come to me biting the shit out of you. You had no right to put your hands on me, for your beer or not. Touching a person is assault. You weren't a resident of that house and made it abundantly clear prior. When you came to grab me around the neck, what was I supposed to think in that moment? I promise you, any cop would have seen that as what's called "defensive" injuries because I could have only bit you like that with your arms around me from behind). You hurt me over and over because you were upset your chance to remove your beer from the house had sailed and I was pouring it out. That's a sad as fuck reason to hurt and attack someone to begin with.
Where's the responsibility you've taken for that? I was emotionally manipulated and made to feel like shit for DEFENDING myself when I was about to be choked out and or otherwise hurt more.
I'm sorry you're delusional to how shit actually went down. I know it was very traumatic for you. I'm sorry for a lot of shit and I take responsibility for that, but I can't change the past and I'll be damned if I'm gonna keep living in the past like you want to do. All we can do is move on. I'm moving on whether you do or not though. I tried every way to make amends, make up for it, to make it right, but nothing is good enough for you and you love having that card up your sleeve for any reason to pull it mostly being a unrelated to it when you would. Doesn't phase me or make me cry any more though, so that's why you're pissed.
It's a shame it had to come to this. I tried to be a good friend, as best as I could. I even tried to give you ammo so you could feel safe, but all you want to do is use it to hurt me because you can't move on. You do realize, that the inability to move on from a traumatic event is a mental health problem, right? You should get help. You've described PTSD a lot too. I truly am sorry I was apart and caused it, but you need help to get well and I hope you do.
Ayyyyy CABRONE!!!!!! Can someone lend me a taller monitor!?!?!?! FUCK!!!!!!
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so what is the big deal? if you don't want to call him "your honor" , then don't. also if you think its a good idea to freak the hell out at him then knock urself out , , ,
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