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Tonight I find myself sneaking up the stairs, one at a time, desperate to not make any noise to wake him up, to avoid any conversation about where I was and who I was with, despite the fact that everything was innocent, that I had two beers with a friend in a "breastaurant". Simply to avoid conflict, because he put me through so much the last time I did the same thing. This is a condition that I find to be intolerable in a relationship. Grateful that I'm already in bed, that this conversation can be had when I wake up. I don't think I deserve this.