‘right’ to him, and I would soon know about it. I lost count of how many times he would argue over the little things with me, whether it was the tiny pepper pot that was not in its place or perhaps I had not cleaned the dishes quickly enough after we had eaten our evening meal.
Everything felt like an immense struggle.
I hadn’t realised but it had slowly begun to weigh me down.
I felt so heavy, and I wasn’t sure why.
People at work started to notice how ‘jumpy’ I had gotten. I was often very anxious whenever I was called into any meeting at work or even when someone simple spoke my name.
I hadn’t realised it