Gabriel Mizrahi
π€ SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
Wow.
Okay.
I met my sweetheart four years into his California sobriety and comparative stability.
Just one of our state's many iconic exports.
So she goes on.
I knew it was going to be a wild ride.
I could tell from his stories and my observations of his current state that he had come a long way, but still had a long way to go in catching up on many lost years of emotional and social development.
Still, I was not quite prepared for the reality of a testosterone-pumped male version of my mother, who, in many ways, still has the entitled rich boy attitude of a fifth-generation millionaire wheat-farming heir.
By this, I mean that the rich don't have to learn the interpersonal skills of being considerate of other people's feelings because money can ensure all their basic needs are met, regardless of what they do to other people.
Jordan, it is so funny to me that this guy has lost all of the trappings of his wealth and his claim to the family fortune, but like none of the entitlement.
This sounds like a hard guy to humble.
My sweetheart blindsides everybody he knows with his mood swings.
When he's in a great mood, he is charismatic and funny, but when he's suddenly triggered by any little irritation or perceived criticism, he can immediately morph into the most verbally abusive and oppositionally defiant six-foot-four boy you ever did see.
I have never witnessed him being physically violent toward anyone, but when he can't regulate his emotions, he will punch holes through the walls, break dishes, go peel out in his car in a rage, say incredibly rude and theatrically extreme things to people, and that oppositional defiance rears its head if anyone dares suggest anything to him.
He has mild rage outs at least once or twice a week, and usually a pretty big one on a monthly basis or so.
He is an equal opportunity verbal abuser.
It can be me, his mother, his boss, anyone.
Whoever happens to be in his proximity.
When we were first together, I took it very hard.
I cried, felt scared, unloved, abused, and so on.