[ He wants to break something - he can't remember the last time he was this angry. And maybe it's better, maybe it's better to be angry than sad. If he's sad, he cries, and he doesn't want to do that anymore. So he channels it into anger, slamming his hand against the counter and trapping the scream of frustration in his throat. Calm down. Breathe. ]

I don't understand why you'd encourage me to be open with you if you're just going to tell me I'm wrong. I'm trying to figure out if this is worth it, but no, apparently you think I'm too stupid to realize I know I shouldn't feel guilty about this.