Im 22m and my first ever bf I had where I was somewhat open with was 53 year old dude. Breakup ended horribly with him accusing me of abusive because I said "Fuck you" after an argument. An argument that happened because for a whole week he was depressed and didnt bother to tell anyone what was happening and just went ghost. 

He has ptsd and I have cptsd, we both have abusive childhoods. After the breakup, therapy sessions, and being put back on antidepressants he comes back after three months. We fool around a bit but then after a month things got bad. He went back to his bullshit and started to try and run shit which would cause me so many flashbacks. Until tonight because I told that fucker off and damn did it feel good. I was never the abusive, it was always fucking him. All the time. 

Saying had to be grateful because he would spend time with me, leaving me on read, never communicating what was wrong, never taking responsibility when he knew he did or say something wrong, and so much other shit. I dont understand how me a 22 year old punk is more emotionally fucking mature then some dude who is 53 and has been divorced fucking twice. 

Fuck him and hope he dies in a god damn ditch. IM FREE BABY!