Everyday its something new. There we both were sitting at our desk playing video games together, I thought we were having a good time, both singing to songs and enjoying the moment. I made a comment, one more out of curiosity, but I suppose it was offensive.
"Do you think you could sing that part differently... not so high pitched?"
"Do you want me to drop the octave..?"
"No! Never mind." I smiled.
He grew silent.
Moments past and his anger was building and I didn't even realize. Until he began getting angry at the game and making a scene. So I playfully said to him in a kiddish voice,
"Baby! It's just a game, why are you getting so upset..."
"Because I'm angry."
"Why?"
"Well you called me a bad singer."
I Instantly rushed over to him and hugged him, I felt horrible. I looked at him, his face stone cold.
"I didn't mean that, I'm sorry I hurt you, I didn't mean to."
He continued to glare into the screen ignoring me entirely. I slowly creeped back to my desk at sat down staring into nothing. Moments pasted of silence.
"I think I'm done playing." He said.
I said nothing. He closed out of the game and began watching youtube videos. I got up and got into bed staring at the ceiling, wondering if there was a way I could make it up to him. There wasn't.
About thirty minutes he turned off the lights and joined me in bed, saying nothing. He stayed as far away from me that he could. I cried softly. After a moment he touched my back. I couldn't take it, I refused to go to bed with him angry at me. I got out of bed and he started to whine at me asking me where I was going.
"Its okay, you'll just go to bed angry when your not even tired. I'm not tired, I'm not going to do that to myself."
Am I wrong for being angry he's upset? I felt as though I gave my apology and It was simply a misunderstanding. I realize he has depression and is severely sensitive and self conscious... but I thought ignoring one another was a little childish. I do truly feel bad that I hurt him, but its faint, I feel that its a little ridiculous of how hurt he got over a little comment that really had no intention of harm, that just a simple question...
But It will always be me, the one who messes up.
Just know, I'm trying my best. But being with you is like living on eggshells.
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Unsettled Rest
Non-FictionEveryone's life is a story. Not everyone is a viable person to share these stories with, to open up is terrifying to the most of humanity. Here I will share my thoughts, my day to day, and maybe we'll find commonality. My story may not be the most...