…or, at least, I have much more trouble putting g on a polite front. But you know what? Fuck it. Mr. Step-Father-In-Law (The jackass mentioned in the previous post) came along to lunch, and promptly dead named me while I was holding the door for people. I got to the table, sat; he sat across from me. I got up, said I wasn’t sitting g next to him — angrily, I admit — and moved. He said “I’m male, get over it,” which wasn’t the fucking problem at all: so I replied “you’re a jackass.” Then I told everyone else that the problem was that he’d deadnamed me, and had been doing so — while outing me — yesterday.
I am writing this at the table. I ordered food so I wouldn’t be seen as ‘making a fuss’ or some BS. Jae had a panic attack (she has plenty of history with this guy being a dick and her mom defending him) so we went to the restroom to deal with that in private.
The stupid thing is that right now I’m really hungry, but I have absolutely no desire to eat. I’m ignoring everyone to write this, and I’m just going to throw my “meal” (the smallest, cheapest thing on the menu, because fuck owing them for this shitty experience) in a box. Eventually I’m sure I’ll choke it down on the road.
I really wish my mother in law would stop trying to pretend we’re all a big happy family and dragging this jackass everywhere she goes. It was bad enough that I had to bite my lip and “not make a scene” about him outing me and dead naming me to people yesterday — fuck, I even had to sit next to the fucker at the fellowship gathering afterward, just to keep some space between him and Jae. Yeah. I am sick of stomaching that guy… And I’m way too tired to put up with it.
Anyway, thanks for listening.