It's one of those nights when I wish I was already moved in to the new place coming home to by my boyfriend, soft and warm, ready to embrace me. I was at the bar getting another french martini, my regular, came up behind me to get a shot. He bumped someone maybe. They got in his face. There was some sort of who the fuck are you altercation and it was done. Then a surge of small dick syndrome. Ten men pushed him to the ground wanting to kill him. I tried wrapping my arms around him saying absolutely not. Ten men in their 30's and 40's all converging on a 60+ man. Cowards. All of them, just wanting a reason for an easy target. Bullies I hate them. Trying to make up for some lacking aspect by beating up on an old man in a mob mentality.
She says to me proudly. When he gets angry someone gets their face bashed in. In response to my question of how he deals with emotions. The most terrifying thing is that she seems to think this is some sort of healthy response. That this is an ok resolution to conflict. He is one of the mass of bullies converging on my old friend. Ready to smash in a face in response to some prior upset in his life. It makes me sick. I sit in the champagne lounge crying over all the ridiculousness. He says when I was younger I could have taken one of them but not all of them. Whatever happened to mono y mono? Where did fairness go? Now big douchey guys get off on ganging up on one guy. I cry and he says I don't belong here anymore.
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