so of course it came at the end of a wonderful night.
he tells me not to assume, yet that what he did.
all i did was ask a question, i wasn't looking for a fight. but it did happen and i wish that i'd a kept my mouth shut.
i cried and i cried, frustrated as hell.
and as the tears dried, i rethunk what had happened, and then i cried some more.
i shrieked and i yelled.
he just didn't understand.
he raised his voice too.
i wanted to curse, but was scared to.
i slept on the couch for a few hours.
i could not be so near him. but then i got cold and uncomfortable, so i went into the room.
i know that he was very angry because he was yelling in his sleep.
but i didn't conversate with his sleep talking as i usually do.
i did not touch him in bed at all, as i usually do.
my dreams were anxious, i remember being very sad.
i remember the tears overflowing in slumber... but was it only a dream?
i hate when it happens as the day comes to an end.
especially when it began as such a wonderful night.
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