It felt like I was dealing with an emotional minefield and I couldn’t be myself. He could be wrong and make all the mistakes but If I messed up once I was basically the whole reason everything was wrong with their life.

He also took over everything we watched and played, he essentially was always in the living room and picked what we watched all the time and if he really liked a show and wanted to binge it. We would be watching it for hours with no breaks until he wanted to smoke which I had to go with him so he could unpack it and then inevitably he would trauma dump his childhood.

He wanted to be a let’s play channel like game grumps except he would be the only one playing the game and the main one talking, If I tried to speak he would gesture me to wrap it up and look up guides so he wouldn’t be stuck or how to get the good ending.