And, another morning begins.

Michael left my house angry at 2 am last night. Angry in a way that frightened me. Or perhaps I only act frightened because I feel I should. And, besides, it makes him leave more quickly when he feels bad. Not that it doesn't feel bad when he attacks me, or yells at me, or gets in my face, but I'm not scared. He's so small on the inside, at those times. It keeps me from being frightened. It know him too well to be scared. Thank god he doesn't know me that well. Keeping people at arms length is one of my talents.