“No! You’re just arrogant, always thinking you know what I need, but most of the time, you don’t know what I need or want.” I rant, storming and pacing, every ounce of me burning with heated fire. I’m angry at him and myself, for God knows what. An all-consuming fury that needs to be released. These past few weeks, I haven’t let all this pour out, not this way, anyway. All my outbursts and tantrums have been aimed at other issues and lots of misdirection from the real topics, ...