I felt that I got stabbed by a sharp knife behind my back not too deep, though deep enough for the knife to stick on my back. It’s like everything that I try to do, just keeps disappointing her. I can’t make her happy for shit, one day she’s happy for me, it’s like a rainbow shined over her head, the next day she’s angry and god oh god better not have anything next to her ,or else well fuck.. threw water at my face, threw plates at me, threw glasses, coffee mugs broken and the list continues. I remember the…