And I tried.
Really, really did try.
To stand that sound.
But no.
It's as painful as ever.
So here I am. Not to subtly, headphones on, BLASTING music into my ears at full volume, just to drown out the noise, that sound. Of him. He knows about it. And he does it anyway. Making matters worse: I had previously been in other areas of the house. That would've been a GREAT time for him to chow down: I wouldn't have heard a thing! I wouldn't have cared. Because I wouldn't have been around.
But then, literally just as I get productive.
Right at the moment I decide to actually DO something.
He goes to sit on his fat ass (literally).
And eat.
Again.
As a reminder: my misophonia is not triggered by just any ol' sound.
Nobody else chewing bothers me, even remotely.
There's zero traces of me being irritated, annoyed, anything. I can--and have--slept through someone right next to me, chewing on their meal.
But HIS chewing.
His chewing inherently has a different sound to it.
And it's literally impossible to withstand, and yet, the glutton seems to eat every-other hour. (And has the gut to match it in spite of having relatively-speaking skinny arms/legs. Allegedly, he had my build when he was my age, but his belly would never let you know that nowadays because it's pure round, basically a perfect half-sphere.)
I'm just...
...Really, really frustrated by him.
In every way possible.