the MONSTER

i come into the room,
"hey, the temecula wine festival is june 3rd-5th"

i respond,
"yeah, they're having a balloon festival soon too"

in an irritated voice,
"that's what i said"

"no, you said wine festival, you didn't say anything about balloons"

"same thing"
"well you're supposed to read my mind"

"don't be an ass"

"i'm not an ass. why would you call me an ass? " .........................

CUT to:

in a volatile, could explode any moment tone of voice:
"i really hate when you call me an ass. DON;T call me an ass. i'm not tolerating it anymore"

CUT to:
whatever. i'm ignoring him. he's sucking back his 2nd or 3rd rum and coke and slurping cheese, if you can imagine. didn't even know it was possible, frankly, but it's as gross as it is annoying.

in a cheerful voice, he says,
HEY! there's a walmart 1 mile from the new houses we're building.

i don't respond. let's just leave this guy alone now, i think

he responds, under his breath,
"guess that was you not caring or giving a shit"

can we say PASSIVE AGGESSIVE?

he feels unwanted and craves affection. wants me to think he's god's gift to man,
but he is SOOOO emotionally abusive.

he snaps at me all the time. if i don't read his mind, he'll snap at me like an asshole. i don't even think he knows what a prick he is. i wonder if i videotaped him and let him watch it, if he'd realize.

i used to not see it. question myself. what did i do to cause this?
but i don't anymore. i guess see how abusive he is. and try not to antagonize him.
and daydream about the time when the man sitting beside me is an even-tempered sweet man who treats me kindly and consistently