My Dad rang this morning to tell me that my aunt has died unexpectedly.

I got off the phone and, through tears, told Tom what had happened, but I had interrupted him while he was listening to records.

He started shouting at me for annoying him, and said it’s always my fault that he’s annoyed. He said it’s me that makes him lose his temper, get angry, and have to shout at me.

Always me. Always my fault.

I’m just going to have to try and love him harder so that I don’t make him angry anymore.