Might perhaps be your father who otherwise gets mad at you for rest of the day, and you still get uncomfortable from whatever shit he says even though it objectively isn’t anything more than a bunch of crap.
You know, like when he notices you aren’t absolutely rolling with laughter:

(While full-force tapping back button on his phone) OK, you don’t have to pretend like you care

“I just…”

Leave me alone! You won’t even watch anything with me. Am I really that bad? I must be worse than Hitler. All I ever wanted was to have a family, but I guess I wanted too much. FUCK! What did I do to deserve this? I was growing up with a father who beat me and never cared about me. Perhaps I should have been like that, and then you would’ve liked me.

(Yelling at dog) Get away from me! You don’t have to pretend to like me either.