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Last night i screamed at Master. i told Him to stay away from me. i told Him not to come into the kitchen. i threw things and screamed and slammed the door over and over and over in my frustration. i told Him i hoped He hurt Himself, when He came to see what was the matter. He has no clue what caused my fit. He thinks i slipped or fell off the kitchen step stool. i will not tell Him why i did what i did or said what i said. It won't make a difference. He won't change. If i want to live with Him i have to accept that. i am having such a hard time with this. It is probably the last thing in the way of my surrender.