I began to feel strange again the moment he pulled back for me in the vehicle after I pulled over, and just then I began to feel irritated by his presence again. I knew we had a conversation minutes ago, but then I could not tell the detail of the conversation, and the way he kept a straight look, I was wondering what was going on.
When we got into the house and he was acting all inquisitive, I felt offended and asked him to stay away from me, but I never expected the question he asked me.
"You are not going to look down on me, Donald, and still insult me. What do you mean by me having a multiple personality disorder?" I asked him with a look of annoyance in my eyes.
"Did you not tell me that you heard about what I was going through, Cassandra, and that you wanted to help? And now what did you say? It's all my problem, and I should be the one treating them?" He asked me, and to be completely honest, I did not remember any time I had said something like that to him.
