More than a little angry.

So, i'm sleeping and I wake up o realize that my love isn't beside me.
I text him and ask where he is, and he walks back into the bed room.
Upset.
But wouldn't tell me why.
I think that something REALLY bad has happened.
But he won't tell me what.

He leaves for work, and I text him and ask if he'll please talk to me about it.
Says that he doesn't want to, but asks me why i've kept a journal that had shit about Wes in it.
I told him it was because I hadn't gotten around to throwing it away.
Which is the truth.
I then find out when he calls me about 5 minuets later that he's read the god damn thing and is upset because of the shit that he read.

Maybe i'm being stupid.
But i'm SO pissed that he was reading my old journal.
SO FUCKING PISSED.
There is a reason I don't go around spouting off some of the things that were in that stupid thing.
Reasons that don't need to be voiced right now.
But still.

I don't want him to be upset at the same time.
This is one of the many reasons I know I love him.
If anyone else on this planet were to go through an old journal of mine, I would eat their fucking souls.
I'd probably do something worse than that.

But he does it, and i'm sitting here so mad that I could scream.
And still hoping that he isn't sad.
I don't know why...
But I just want to hug him after I scream at the top of my lungs.

I have to get dressed...
Later
<3

I'm so glad I love him.

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