I was festering about something she hadn't done, or that she'd done, or that in my opinion she should have done, or that she might do if I didn't say something. I also knew we had made it through a day and I probably didn't need to say anything to fuck that up. Let me put it this way: There was absolutely no reason for me to say anything other than to start a fight. I was just one of those sick people who doesn't know if someone loves them unless the other person is crying.