“Get out, before I do something I will regret.” He snarls at me. A look of animosity passes through his face.

I shake my head in disappointment. My eyes filled with tears.

I don’t say a word and run out.

That night, I cry myself to sleep. Not because of him alone, but because of everything that has piled up over time. Every emotion I’ve been holding back finally spills over, and it all becomes too much to carry on my own.

The silence of the room presses in, giving my thoughts ...