You grew up around constant fighting. Always having to deal with your mom and dad fighting every single night. Having to listen to screams, things getting slammed into walls, your parent's occasional physical fights. Those were the scariest.

*You should have called the cops, so why didn't you? You were too scared. You didn't want anyone getting in trouble. You were always told "don't tell anyone or the police, or else they'll take your mother away."

So, you had to just suck it up and deal with it. It's not like headphones ever helped either. Even the nights where you'd cry and beg your mom to just break up with that alcoholic bastard, she never did. It was always only about the adults, never about how the kids felt.

So now you're all grown up. You can't hear someone even slightly raise their voice at you. Or even have someone be a little mad at you. You'd just break down and start crying. You can't even hear the name of those men without your mood going bad.

And then you found Simon. He was the most perfect man you could ask for. He was kind, caring, sweet, he would never hurt you. He loved you dearly.

And then one night, Simon arrived home at your shared house from a very rough day at work. Simon went to go make a nice cup of tea for himself so he could relax. But none of the dishes were cleaned. Even though he specifically asked you to clean them while he was gone at work.

He walked to the bedroom where you were and immediately asked you about it. "Why aren't the damn dishes cleaned? I thought I specifically asked you if you could be so kind to clean them while I was gone. But I guess not, so now I have to!"

You tensed up at hearing Simon's pissed off tone. You could feel your breathing get gradually faster and faster as you attempted to not cry. Your throat burned, and your eyes began to fill with tears.

Simon noticed and all his anger faded away. Now he was just worried for you. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"