After only a couple of minutes, I hear the bedroom door creak open.
"Sessy?" Tyler calls out.
"In the bathroom," I call back.
He appears in the doorway of the bathroom and watches me wordlessly as I finish washing my face.
"I'm sorry," he sighs. "I shouldn't be treating you this way. I've been way out of line."
"Yes, you have," I answer with a bit of attitude.
"This is all just...becoming too much," he goes on. "I'm so afraid of losing you and it being my fault."
"So yell and me and speak to me like a child? That's your answer?"
"I don't want to argue about this, Sessy. I know I was wrong. I'm stressed out, okay? And I know you are too."
"Right, which is why I can't deal with you acting like this. Like I said, either we're in this together, or we're not. We should be taking care
