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He is angry and I know that it is not my fault. Yet he places the burden with me. I ask too many questions. I am always picking, always coming at him, so he says. I pull back because this is a game I cannot win and I refuse to play. He baits me for a while, then rushes out the door for a night of drinking.

He informs me of this in a spiteful, mocking tone as if to let me know that it’s my fault he cannot stay in our house. It’s my…