This is the kind of anger that got to her. By nature she is no angry person but this boils up in her throat making her want to cry and kill at the same time. Simple things! Like he not being there for her when she was scared of a bee. Big things she could handle alone, but could he not wake up for 5 minutes so that she could sleep peacefully?

Or telling her how imperfect she is ALL THE TIME. Yes. He did that a lot and no matter how hard she tried, he would never be pleased. Or say commenting on her clothes, her earrings, her laugh, her way of talking..why? why? WHY?

And everything she ever wanted to do was encouraged, yes, but never before a brief session of pulling her and her self esteem down. Or blaming her for things she didn't do or hearing words she said in a tone so different that he thought she was rude.

This was the kind of stuff that got to her. Things that made her feel the way a flying bird would feel if gravity pulled it a little harder. The kind that tells her that she has broken wings. The kind that tells her not to fly.