No one sees my hurt. I hide it. Letting others see it makes me vulnerable.
Today I was hurt. Yelled at for something barely worth mentioning, let alone being yelled at for.
I often wonder if this person cares that they hurt me. Cares they did damage. Not just to me, but to our relationship. Since I don't see the pattern changing, I have to assume no. They don't.
That adds to the hurt.
But the hurt is covered with a smile, with casual conversation.
And life goes on.
