My parents have allowed me to drive their car.its the first day and I started arguing with my dad already. It takes me back to being a child again and he was a real bad arsehole back then.
Aahhhh my temper flared. I put one foot in the door and he greets with the same old drama. He started I am not not picking(scream inside me head! When someone begins with no offence you know its going to be a direct insult) he builds up and goes see the three pillars outside. I look waiting patiently. Park the car at the third one as you have pushed the neighbour to close to the gate. Now me(he's such an round good guy) I emphasing him never put anyone else out. I argued.
Things is I'm not used to feeling so wound up afterwards. I've forgotten how to stand my ground. You know blah blah I haven't drove for years, its hard to judge without lines, I did leave room.
So I tried some therapeutic distraction. Looking up to the sky speaking to myself and I realise I have no friend I can fume to.... I'm so pathetic
I made joke to mum five minutes after wards realising I hadn't let the dust settle. Leave sleeping dogs to lie.