Wake up your idea

Something happened the night I left for work.
I don't blame her, but it hurts.
I try not to think about it, and that helps, mostly.
But I can feel it hovering around the back of my mind.
I don't want to feel this way.
I have no right to feel this way.
I am the bad guy in this movie.
I will stop feeling this way.
I don't want something like this to affect what we have left.
I don't know how to tell her how I feel.
She has enough on her mind as it is;
She doesn't need this shit from me.
Deal with it, stupid.