Brian- She was beautiful but she didn't know a thing. I loved her, though. She ment the world to me. She was a part of me and I couldn't see how I was able to live without her. Seeing her face when I woke up every morning. Dreaming about her when I fell asleep at night. Knowing that she was my loving wife. I was obsessed with her. Her everything. She was my world, and without her I was nothing. I would have died for her. Done anything for her. I loved her, and she knew it. She was all mine, and I was always there for her. Every moment, she was on my mind. Time together sped by, and time without her lasted for eternity. She just didn't know how much I truly cared...

October 9th He yelled at me again today. I miss the Brian I used to know. He used to be so sensitive, so understanding. He used to know all my problems and believe what I told him. I would never lie. I thought he loved me. I was five minutes late in coming home from work and he yells. And it's so hard to hold back the tears. He screams, doesn't want me to cry. It's wrong, he only means well. It was my fault, he says, I'm making him yell. I worry him. He's afraid he'll loose me. When it all started in the beginning, I believed him. Only now, I can't be so sure. It seems everything I do makes him angry. I don't even understand Brian anymore. He used to care so much for me. He was my best friend, my soul mate. I was so in love with him. But after three months of marrage, I'm feeling so confused. Does he even love me still? It was today when I took a walk and came home when he was there, waiting at the door. Arms crossed, giving me what angered look I've seen so often lately. I could feel my heart pounding. I knew what was coming for me. What was I supposed to do? I didn't know. I was silent when I kicked off my shoes. I knew I forgot to write a note. He was still at work at that time. I knew I should have known better. I knew I made him worry. And so he yelled. "Why can't you tell me where you're going!" I leaned back against the door. I knew I made a mistake. I never ment to. It was an honest mistake. I knew better. I felt guilty after it. I aplogised, feeling the tears in the back of my eyes. He went on. "You had me scared, Sie! Why can't you do things right anymore!" I aplogised a million times. I tried to explain to him, but he didn't accept. He blamed me. He never stopped. And then I cried. I couldn't hold it back. It hurt so much to hear him yell at me like that. My knees felt weak from under me but I used the door for my only support. He wasn't there...he was accusing me of simple mistakes I never ment to make. Does he really love me? I wish I knew. I wish I could talk to him. I only do what I can at the moment. Avoid him, like I do whenever he yells. He scares me now. I don't even feel safe near him. I'm worried of what he'll do. Even if it's nothing more than the yelling, I'm still afraid.

October 12th He scares me more now. I'm so afraid to be near him. I'm afraid to hear him yell. And I don't want him to see me cry. I knew he hates it. He wants me to stop. It's all for my own good. I want to phone Mom, or even Jessie, but I can't find the time, nor the courage. I feel so over- protected by him. With everything I do, I'm worried over what he'll say, what he'll do. What will Brian think? I feel like crying whenever I see that glare he gives me. What happened to the love we had before? What happened to his embraces when he'd come home from work every evening? Maybe still. At times we still share what we had. Cuddling in front of the television, or brief kisses from time to time. I still can't remember what things used to be. Before my fear of my own husband. I'm afraid things will take the turn for the worse if I don't smarten up. I don't even know if it's truly my fault, or if he's over-reacting. He's the leader of me. I don't know anymore. He doesn't trust me. I wish he would; he should know I wouldn't wrong him. I love him. I wonder so much about it. Maybe he's just using me. Taking his pleasures to his advantages, and then worrying I'd leave him. If only I knew what was on his mind. The things he thought, then I'd have the full truth. What am I to do when I don't know? Why does he yell? Why does he scream at me, blame me for the small things that shouldn't matter? Once again, my questions are never answered. And I have feelings if they never will. I'm afraid to ask him. And now I wonder if it was even right to marry him...

Brian- I remember hearing her cry. That piercing sound. Her tears, pouring out from her innocent eyes. I wouldn't have known she was so emotional. Sometimes I felt guilty about it. I must've been a monster to her. I didn't believe I could have scared her so much, but I couldn't aplogize. I couldn't lay down. She messed up and she had to know it. Maybe I didn't have to yell, but I did. It's stuck with me now. Maybe it way the wrong thing to do but at least it made her understand. It was all that really mattered. She'd have to learn that I wasn't really angry. I wasn't about to tell her myself. If she was smart, she would known. Even if I hate to see her cry, I couldn't let down my guard. I didn't want her thinking that she could get away with anything. I couldn't loose her, my precious wife. It wasn't like I wanted her to feel afraid, because I knew she was. I tried to be nice, but then she'd do something else. She was late coming home from work, went out and forgot to call. She sometimes spent money on things she didn't need. She didn't have to do that. She's make so many mistakes. Wasn't it my job to correct them? And yelling was my only way. She didn't have to be so shy. She could have talked to me about it. I wouldn't have known. She kept it all inside of her. I was too busy worrying about her to think of anything else...

October 20th After the past week, I couldn't see how things could have gotten worse. So much yelling over every little thing I did wrong. I didn't know I was such a failure. He didn't care about me, or so I figured. He must have liked yelling at me. Time after time. He'd yell. He'd yell and he'd yell until his voice was welded into my mind. With every step I took, I could hear him. Lecturing me that I was wrong. Even in my dreams I heard him. And I cried myself awake. Brian would wake up beside me. And then I'd be scared. He told me to keep it down or sleep on the couch. "Sie, I have to work in four hours." He was grumpy everytime. Didn't care about my nightmares. I forced myself to lie down. Stared into his sleeping face. How could my husband turn into him? He wasn't Brian. I missed the Brian I knew. Whatever happened to him? What? For that, I prayed. He took me out to dinner tonight. I was thankful I didn't leave. Thankful I was home from work early. Thankful I hadn't prepared dinner. He told me we were going out. I was scared, but he took me to the Chinese restaurant across town. I wondered if I was dreaming. This was Brian. I thought he'd changed. Maybe I was wrong. It was halfway through eating when he took my hand in his. He looked me in the eye. And I finally saw my husband. Brian. It was Brian, finally! "Sie...I'm sorry." I pretended to not know what he was talking about. I didn't want him to know how much I'd suffered and felt the pain. But he knew. He knew and now he was paying me back for it. He was truly sorry. "I haven't been fair to you. I love you, Sie. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." I could have never been happier. I knew he loved me. It was an accident. He ment it, I knew. He was truly sorry and I accepted him.

"She knows he loves her..." - Milla Jovovich - Strange Behavior