I got into a bit of a fender bender today. It was totally my fault.
His car as well as his daughter and himself were all unharmed.
That’s the most I want to say about it.
What I do want to say about is that, while I was incessantly apologetic and scared to death, he was a real asshole about it.
I’m upset because he wouldn’t give me his information because it was “my fault, my fault my fault.”
I’m very familiar with self-blame. But it sounds so much different when someone else is blaming you.
I’ve lost some of my brother’s trust, and I’ve lost a lot of respect from myself.
Not enough knives in the world could cut this self-loathing out of my gut.
Tonight, I feel like a legitimate fuck up.
