That thought makes me even more nauseous that he thinks he upset me enough to make this happen and blames himself. I know how he is about walking away from me during a fight, yet he did it anyway. I know how much his inner conscience must be obsessing over that tiny detail, and I hate that. Another level of guilt to my heavy-hearted soul

“Why is life so fucking hard?” I burst out in frustration, shoving softer emotions back into the pits of hell. “Anytime it feels like something ...