Usually, time will unveil the real patience of a person. One can put nice masquerade when one wants to woo others and controlled manners and did the impossible; but as time pass by, one will start to unleash the gruesome behemoth which was kept dormant during the early time.
Does a patience is worth for this? It’s confusing. Infused with anger, frustration and sadness. Anger with the voice-raising. Frustration at not being appreciated. Sadness for being sincerity-belittling. Asking is not to clutch. It’s to concern. Yet, that was perceived as interrogation.
With that tone of voice. It makes you wanna scream and retaliate back. But you hold your tongue. Pondering and thinking. Perhaps, you just need time to cool off. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.