15: MOONLIT TURMOIL

The tension between Bob and me continued to escalate as the day progressed. I could sense the growing frustration and irritation within him, fueled by the impending full moon. The atmosphere in our home became charged with an unspoken conflict. As I handed him the medication, he snatched it from my hands with impatience, glowering at me. "I'll take it when I want to, not when you tell me to." His words cut through the air like a knife, and I could feel the resentment building up inside me. I had endured so much for his sake, and yet he treated me with nothing but disdain. "Fine, take it whenever you please," I replied tersely, struggling to maintain composure. The afternoon dragged on, with Bob's impatience manifesting in various ways. He paced around the living room, occasionally shooting me annoyed glances. The tension between us thickened, ready to snap at any moment. "Why are you always so annoying?" he spat out suddenly, glaring at me as if I were the source of all his proble