It was one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. I woke up late, spilled coffee on my favorite shirt, and missed the bus. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and frustrated. Jenna came over, full of energy and excitement, wanting to share some great news. But I just wasn’t in the mood.

“Not now, Jenna,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. Her smile faded, and she looked hurt.

“Seriously? You’re always like this!” she shot back, her eyes flashing with anger. “I’ve had enough of your bad moods. Every time I try to share something with you, you shut me down.”

I tried to apologize. “Jenna, I’m sorry. It’s been a rough day, and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

But Jenna wasn’t having it. “No, it’s not just today. It’s every time. I’m done with this.” She turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I stood there, stunned and feeling even worse, knowing I had pushed her too far this time.