Strong

So now, while still kind of sad, I'm annoyed than anything. He's like a child throwing a tantrum over something that didn't go his way. It's bullshit. I've done so much for him, and now a rare time when I won't, and he's angry. I was depressed when he cut himself off from me, but to drag it out this long. Bull. Shit.

I need to be strong. I need to stand my ground against this. Fine, throw your tantrum, be a brat. I'll be here when you're done stomping your feet. You won't hear from me till you're done being like this.