I buried my face in the pillow, stuffed cotton wool into my ears, even tried whistling Beethoven’s 5th, but it was no use; I could still hear it. The infernal arguing from the hotel bedroom next door contaminated my ears like relationship toxic waste. I couldn’t take anymore; I needed sleep. I had to do something.
- Do You Have a Fear of Commitment?
- Do Your Relationships Damage Your Self-Esteem?