Easter Sunday

Today has been a teary. First he blamed me for being mean to him and poking him in the eye which I know I didn't do especially not on purpose. I had just woken up.  Then he continues to talk about it still blaming me for hurting him. Which I still claim I didn't do and left the room because being home everyday is reaking havoc on my body and my anxiety. So I went into the living room, came back for my book to find him on his phone in the dark. I asked why he was in the dark and he just started telling about how much I have pissed him off today (it's not even 11am). At that moment I just gave up. Not wanting to cry in front of him, voice quivering I said I love you and closed the door behind me.