I long for peace. Everywhere, especially in our home.
Sometimes, I worry that our home isn’t peaceful enough. I try really hard to keep my emotions in check, to not have outside stresses affect me…but it’s not always easy.
M and I argue a lot. M has a rage disorder and depression, I have depression and anxiety and more insecurities than I care to acknowledge. M’s tolerance of my insecurities and my depression is, well, lacking. Thus my tolerance of his depression is lacking. Why should I be understanding and tolerant, when he is j