Indignant. Can’t rid myself of this feeling. Anxious. My blood pressure rises to the ceiling. Risk. Assessing the situation. Your caustic venom I wager. Numb. As you unleash your anger. Undeserving. I am not a whipping post. My sanity’s in danger. Undone. I unravel, broken, before the one I love most. Volatile. With mood swings, your ramblings become more verbose. Patience. Mine is infinite but wearing thin. Hypocritical. We find every excuse to hide ourselves in. Resolve. I won’t go down without a fight. Spent. My nerves, as I try to make this right. Vexed. You drag me down to your level with every low blow. Drowning**. I am caught in your tempestuous undertow.