So we texted last night, and I purposely sent him screenshots from Twitter of how I think of him. Tweets depicting how he needs to stop thinking and start doing. Tweets of people talking about trauma bonding, love bombing, and abuse. Tweets of late 20-somethings going through their Saturn returns and how you need to shut up and make a breakthrough or die trying. I’ve never met someone so slow to comprehend things in my life. That boy is slow! You can’t keep making depression jokes every time something happens. Learn to deal with your trauma and emotions! You don’t know how!

But I’m also the problem. I allow him to be a baby. Clearly, his mama babies him, and his dad is pure trash and not mentally and emotionally present in his life. A sorry excuse of a young man. But I see the type of woman he’s dating, and I step back. He loves abuse! He’s always doing things for everybody and never for himself. His girlfriend got punked by teenagers about her car, and she called her privileged mechanic to pick up her car so that He could take her home. What in the mental illness is going on here? I do not understand it. Does she not know how to deal with kids? Oh, of course not, she’s bougie. She’s suburban. She’s scary. Pretty, but scary. She has parental problems, too. She’s best friends with her mom in a negative way and her dad ain’t shit. Two people with daddy issues. Whew Chile. I can not!

Oh well, let me start making my moves mentally and emotionally so that I don’t have to deal with him or her anymore. Get away from it all.