Red Opium.

Last time I cried was approx ten days ago and I cried for over 24 hours. It was partly my fault and partly Robs. It's something and nothing but at the time it was painful.
I've always asked Rob if I do anything he doesn't like he should tell me and if I've asked him if there's anything I do that upsets him he's always said no.
The other week he was in a down phase, when he gets down it drags me right down so I try to stop it happening by talking to him, (I'm a great one for talking things through but I do tend to go on a bit).
So, I started to talk to him and soon realised that if it carried on I would end up being upset or getting hurt, he was in a strange frame of mind.
Anyway, he carried it on and started telling me of something I'd been doing for a long time that he didn't like, it wasn't so much what he said but how he said it, coldly, spitefully. And it was a shock cos it came out of nowhere.
I was hurt, and took it badly. I couldn't sleep that night and I cried all night and the next day.
I was hurt that he'd been 'scared' to tell me. I was hurt that he'd been thinking this thing all this time and I hadn't known.
I even went into the bathroom and cut, I couldn't find a razor so I used my tweezers and stuck the points in my forearm and dragged them across the skin managing to draw blood. I knew I shouldn't react like this but I was angry at nyself for hurting him.

Silly me.