Melinn's Journal

We always have the worse fights when he is in a bad mood.  His exterior was so stoic, I didn't know he didn't want to comfort me.  My anxiety is so nagging that I felt a need to try harder to emotionally reconnect.  That idea backfired and I cried my eyes out.  He got so angry, saying I never have anything postive to say.  All these years I have known him, I confided my problems, how could he just give up and yell at me?  The straws on the camels back is growing too heavy, but the back isn't breaking.  I am so stubborn, or foolish, that I keep hanging on.  He thinks it's okay when he snaps, but the pain lingers on for years in mind and heart.