My crime?
To wait around all afternoon for us to go food shopping while he studied and eventually he rushed us out 25 mins late and cutting it fine for his hobby this evening.
I needed to do my weekly shop as we have no food in the house. I rushed around as fast as possible and drove like a twat on the way home in my car. I have ptsd from a crash he had last year and he knows this.
I told him he couldnt drive my car to his hobby, he'd have to take his. mine is brand new and my pride and joy. He drive his into the house last week.
He hates me ans apparently Im just like his father.