You keep taking away the few stable ideas I have left of our compromise, and you look at me with your sad eyes as I cry because you hurt me again. Guilt rises in me until I end up taking care of you.
I didn't eat today, and honestly, I want to make you feel bad. I am too sad and frustrated to be the patient, loving, magical creature I am most of the time.
I can endure a lot, though this is too much even for me.
Are you trying to make me leave?