Dear Anita,

I can’t call it “expressing anger” but when he was leaving I told him that he can’t leave me like that and that it’s rude. He smiled and said something like, jokingly, “I know, rude and arrogant. I hope you’re not gonna set my car on fire for this”. He then wanted to kiss me goodbye but I turned my head, he smiled and joked about it like it’s cute that I’m angry. I switched on the light when he was at the stairs and shut the door. I guess he thought it was funny.

Okay I know this feeling may return, but it’s just a feeling my mind tricks me into.  I’ll try to remember that.

Why did you think you were a bad person at this particular moment?