His cowardly side

I want a purpose in life. Something to strive for, or to look forward to. To me, that kind of life is most pleasing. To have a reason. To want something.

I do want something. I do have a dream. And I aimed for it.

But he keeps dampening my spirits lately, threatening to dispose of my chance of reaching my dreams. I have never seen him put up this stupid act this long before. I used to respect him.

Now he keeps getting stress from work and lets it loose at home. With us, as the victims. He became extremely annoying and more easily pissed off.

I don't understand why he didn't understand his own situation.

How could he ever say that stress from work never affects home? It did, it does. Everyone can see that. And he's ignoring it.

Turns out he has a cowardly side too...