My memory is fuzzy on the chronology of things. I know at some point during a crazy and heated conversation, I asked him what he thinks he's mad at me for. He looked up the way a kid does when searching for an excuse, and said, "You support Annie.*" That was a young confused person I basically only knew through the website we all participated in. What he called 'support' was basically not verbally abusing her. But yeah, according to his bullshit, that was my 'crime.' Maybe this was just what I needed, I don't know. I screamed for the next fifteen to twenty minutes (however long the drive was). I screamed my head off at him for everything he pissed me off about. I would have liked to have been at the point of just laughing at his ridiculousness, calmly reminding him that he doesn't get to make those choices for anyone other than himself, suggest he look inside himself as to why he thinks he should have a say in that, and that be that. But I screamed for twenty minutes.
I wouldn't think it my place to tell another adult who they can or cannot speak to; that is just amazing to me that people feel that right.
I went upstairs upset. I told my then-husband that I just had a fight with Ken Burger.*
"Why does Ken Burger care who you talk to? ...unless there are other feelings involved."