January 19th 2023

Today was okay, for the most part.

Work only consisted of moving an office into a new room and some small trivial tasks, so it was pretty calming.

After work was when the storm hit.

I got home a few minutes before my father but when he walked in, the news was dropped.

The building manager, our family friend, the woman I owed my job to, was terminated.

Tomorrow is going to be a mess as, nobody knows what's going to happen.

This is the first time in a long time of the building's history to have the manager fired instead of them stepping down.

My father and I are scared for our jobs. If this new manager doesn't like the way things are now they could potentially have us both fired.

After this news I went to DnD night with my lover. It was already planned ahead, and they couldn't really play without me, so I went.

When the game finally started my lover's stepsiblings started fighting. The older brother pushed the younger brother into the counter, and it set his stepmother off.

"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your fucking hands off your sister!"

"I'm going to fucking hit you."

Were among some of the things she said.

I could feel the tears coming so I stepped outside for a bit. She reminds me so much of my own mother and it scared me. The older brother shoving around his little sister also scared me; my younger brother has choked me out to the point of having bruises on my neck. I got scared.

My lover came outside and helped calm me down. During the process his father came outside.

Apparently, the older brother pushed his younger sister down to the floor earlier and that's why his mom blew up.

Needless to say, we didn't continue playing DnD.

The incident made me think if I really do have trauma with my family. I've always said I have trauma, but I always feel bad for saying it because I always believed that I was faking it.

Maybe I'm not.

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