What if he had followed me into the kitchen? What if I had said something to him that day?

What if I'd at least tried to acknowledge what was going on even just to myself instead of just shoving it to the back of my mind out of fear, or bewilderment, or even just habit? Why in the world did I let it become a habit to avoid dealing with all those feelings?

Didn't I know better than that?

Why didn't he push me to talk about it sooner? What if he'd known that I wanted to talk about it?