Small things like what I wore, how I spoke, or even the way I handled my responsibilities would spark a fight. I loved her, but I felt misunderstood.
She loved me, but she didn’t seem to understand the pressure I was under.
The fights were exhausting. I would go to school or work already angry, and she would spend her day worried and upset.
By evening, we were both too tired to talk, yet the tension never went away. I felt trapped in a cycle of anger and sadness.
One afternoon, after a particularly harsh quarrel, I sat alone crying. I realized that our constant fights were affecting my health, my confidence, and even my friendships. TO READ MORE, TAP HERE.