With kindness.

Today is not the day to ask for my help.

Please leave me be.

I need space from you right now, and unless you want that to become permanent, please respect my wishes in this.

I’m trying, in the kindest way I know how, to let you know that I am not in a good place. I’m caustic and full of vitriolic rage that is really just a deep well of sorrow I have to dissociate to be able to maintain a job.

If you continue to push in I will be forced to let the destroyer out and she doesn’t care whose head she ends up wearing as a necklace.

Please, I am asking nicely.

Please stop making me beg outside of the bedroom for my basic human rights or I will never trust you again.