My boyfriend, Mark, was picking me up after work. It was winter, and the cold air matched our bad moods. As I got into the car, I could tell something was wrong. We started talking, and I noticed he was unusually quiet and tense. When I looked closer, I realized he was holding back tears of anger and frustration. “What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and said, “I lost my job today.”
Before I could respond or offer any comfort, I blurted out, “I’m hungry. Can we get something to eat?” That was the breaking point for him. He exploded with anger, his voice rising with each word. “You know what? I don’t even know why I’m still with you. You never listen to me, and you never support me. I’m sick of it. Sometimes, I think I should just break up with you.”
