One of the final times I spent the evening at his apartment he got upset that I began to engage with his son upon arriving instead of greeting him while he was cooking. I didn't engage with him because he often dislikes being interrupted while he's cooking.
He glared at me, gave me a look of hatred that I will never forget, pointed at his head and gave the universal "you're crazy" sign with his fingers. Then he screamed "whose child is this? Mine! Whose home is this? Mine! So why would you come in and start controlling the situation?"
I will NEVER forget the way he looked at me. It was such pure hatred. And the disrespectful way he addressed me in front of his son... .ugh.
This was the moment that I knew everything he offered would never be anything. It completely conditional. You can spend time with my son when *I* allow it. You can spend time in my home when and if *I* allow it.
Recovering from this is like digging through quicksand. Today I'm just trying to not get sucked in.
What a dick.