Shut up. Those two words echoed in my head long after they were spoken. The anger in his voice cut through me like a knife, and I couldn't shake the feeling of hurt and frustration that lingered in the air.I had always prided myself on being a strong and independent person, but in that moment, I felt small and insignificant. The weight of his words pressed down on me, suffocating me as I struggled to find the right response.I wanted to scream back at him, to defend myself and make him understand my point of view. But the words caught in my throat, choking me with their bitterness.Instead, I kept silent, my jaw clenched tight as I fought to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. I refused to let him see how much his words had wounded me, how much they had shaken my sense of self-worth.But deep down, I knew that his words would stay with me long after the argument was over. They would seep into my subconscious, planting seeds of doubt and insecurity that would take time to uproot.So I stood there in silence, letting his words wash over me like a wave, knowing that I would eventually find the strength to rise above them and reclaim my sense of pride and worth. Until then, I would carry the weight of his words with me, a reminder of the power of silence in moments of anger and frustration.
