I find it hard, that you knew and I didn’t, and what that means about the kind of vulnerability and intimacy we were sharing. But I also understand why you didn’t tell me. It’s a hellish thing to carry. But I do feel a little... I felt like you understood me, and now I see that might be because you knew some version of me and fought beside me for quite some time. So that feels... I am a little hurt by that. But I do understand that you weren’t trying to trick me or pull something over me. I believe your intentions were good and your interest was real. But I feel a little... uneasy about that.

But what else were you supposed to do, yell at me? I get it.