I was called a coward the other day. I won't go into details of who it was, but it was a surprise that the word came out of his mouth. I have to admit on his end of the event I may have looked like a coward and maybe if he had let me explain he would have changed his mind. Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to explain.
I've never been much of a confrontational person. Never been in a fight, other than with siblings which doesn't count, or altercation. That's due to 2/3 fear of being pummeled to death and 1/3 wuss. Honestly I just don't see the point of yelling and screaming when it can be solved amicably and without breaking anything. I haven't always been like this. There was a brief time where I would lose my temper quite fast. I honestly hate that part of my life. I blame some of it on the job I had at the time and the room-mate that was staying with me. I would get hopping mad at the drop of a hat!
The aforementioned person is that type of person. I understand why he is mad I would be too in that situation. At the time of the confrontation I was in a public place almost 2 hours away and it was on my sister's phone. I apologized, technically it wasn't my fault. I didn't tell anyone to do that to him, but I was/am getting blamed for it. I was called a few other things other than coward. Nothing horrible, but also not needed if he would have let me talk. So now I just ignore. There's nothing else to do. I'm not going over there to drudge it up and there's nothing I can do at the moment. I will fix it, it's just gonna take awhile.
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