This was during quarantine, and started over a minor issue that wasn't even really his business. I had some very close friends of mine, and while they didn't treat me amazing it was better than being alone. I was scared to drop them, to be left by myself and my thoughts and have no one to talk to or care for me. For years I had been having any idea about anything shot down, and a hot topic was sexuality. For a moment of my younger years, I believed I was bisexual. Of course, I told these friends of mine and the idea was shot down and made me feel stupid for even thinking such a thing. The word "straight" was practically skewered into my brain, while all my other friends got to explore their sexualities. Eventually I had my gay awakening, and realized it was very likely I did actually like girls. I sent a simple screenshot to one of my friends of a pretty girl, and the argument broke from there. I felt sick, nauseous, like everything they were saying was right and I just had to sit down and recognize they knew the best for me. But I pushed back, ended up getting another friend involved when the tears became too much and the arguing grew tiresome and just hurt. I dropped that friend that day, took a short walk to my dad in the house and just fell into his lap, tears dried but me mentally exhausted.