He asks me how my day was and I feel a storm of emotions brewing inside me. I’m annoyed by how often he asks me, how often he cares. I’m offended by what I interpret as intrusive behaviour. I want to tell him to stop caring because it feels like it will suffocate me. I feel strangled by his simple questions and my instinctive reaction is to push him away so he can stop hurting me.
His kindness hurts me for no other reason than the fact that I hate how much he cares about me when the people I really care about, don’t care half as much about me as he does.