It is so insane how our reality gets distorted!
Last year, I was at a wedding in a big city with my ex. We were at a bar after the wedding, early in the morning. I wasn't feeling well and I asked him if we could go back to the hotel, or at least if he could ride with me back. He was drunk and just said, "You can go, take an uber." The next day, I said that it would have been nice for him to come back to the hotel with me. He flipped out about how I never let him have fun with his friends (yet, he had come back to our hotel room completely trashed at 4 am the night before after hanging out with his old frat brothers). He said, “so I'm not chivalrous”, like because he said it, it made it ok. And I felt guilty, like how selfish of me to want him to come back to the hotel when he wanted to stay out. Ugh.
What a contrast between that night and this past weekend! It does feel great to have more evidence that I wasn't crazy, or controlling, or unreasonable, or selfish, or just no fun
