So I’ve been in the process of reporting historical sexual abuse from when I was 17 by my driving instructor. Last night the bastard was arrested and I was almost hyperventilating with fear and shock. My boyfriend and I don’t live together but he was at my house last night. He watched the boxing all evening, and then when I went to snuggle up next to him on the sofa, he was scrolling through Twitter looking at football scores, and began to watch a video of some football manager being interviewed.
The previous night I’d spent nearly 4 hours doing a video interview with the police talking about everything, and halfway through I got a text message from him showing me a link from his sister about a fucking trampoline place who has a discount on.
Aibu to be pissed off? He slept on the sofa last night and to be honest I don’t want to be around him.