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my house caught on fire, and I kinda burned my hand, and how my ex boyfriend reacted to it: a thread
my mom and I were in the kitchen making some fries and suddenly an explosion of sorts happens, we don& #39;t know what happened exactly but some really hot oil splashes on to my hand. I don& #39;t have the time to think about it, and we evacuate the building as there& #39;s blaring alarms
I& #39;m way too shocked to even react. My ex is still texting me at this point, and I show him videos of fire trucks arriving, not writing very serious messages because I did not want to scare him.
this epsiode goes on and he& #39;s still texting me about the most irrelevant things, not having asked ONCE if everything is okay. In fact, he almost ignored the messages where I told him my house almost caught on fire.
I then proceed to be salty about it because how inconsiderate of a person does it take to not even ask if everybody is okay?? My house was on fire a minute ago and I& #39;m supposed to cater to your complaints? I send him this picture as "proof" -
- that I was mildly injured and might have to go see somebody for the burn as it hurts too much. he then proceeded to tell me that I lied about getting a "burn" and that I was seeking attention. And that his burn from "three days ago" looked much worse than mine.
Not too bad right? My burn isn& #39;t that horrible. In fact, it hurts less as the minutes pass by. What really hurts is when somebody you miss every single day texts you finally, and yet again undermines you and your struggles to only portray that you are a horrible person.
My house and my family are okay, and nothing bad happened to us by God& #39;s grace. All this time, he told me that every single problem was within me. Even when I told him that he made mistakes, he refused to acknowledge them, and point his fingers back to me.
The same things have happened when I have discussed mental health with him,my social anxiety, my life in general. I& #39;ve always been told that I blow everything out of proportion. It took my kitchen to set itself on fire to teach me that I am not the problem.
