Anger mixed with heartache as I tried to sort through our argument. I understood that I’d hurt him, even though I hadn’t meant to. I could appreciate his protectiveness—in fact, it often made me feel safe and cared for—but this time it had felt too much like being under someone else’s control; a feeling my body rejected with a violent bout of nausea. And the way he’d roared at me, terrified me into submission . . . It’s not right.
