band_aid tender_square "his responses do strike me as a bit extreme," her therapist agreed. "but i'm wondering if this is how his anger is leaking out." she had been trying to leave without hurting him. an impossible feat. not that her therapist was judging; in fact, she said it may be the best approach for the situation—uncoupling with kindness—and reiterated that she had a right to go. "he may not really know why he's asking you where you're going when you're running an errand; the question may not come from a place of curiosity, and may be more from the position of 'why are you doing these things without me, and why can't i be there too?'" her therapist hypothesized that these small moments were the only way for the misery to find expression; like when she violated the morning agreement and entered the room a minute before he was ready, he used that experience to express his hurt and ire. "that makes sense," she said through a veil of tears. "that allows me to take it less personally than i have been, to let go of the blame." she had found herself apologizing for slights, while at the same time accepting shit she shouldn't. "you're trying to get through this period as best as you can," her therapist reassured her. 221111 what's it to you? who go blather from