Angry

The last time I got angry, wasn’t anything special or beautiful.
I was playing a video game and struggling to get through a solo mission.
Jason wanted to help me and apparently struggled with how to give me advice.
Unfortunately for both of us, he settled on telling me what I should do in a very condescending way.
I was already tired and frustrated, so I stopped focusing on the game, causing me to lose again and then I got even angrier and closed the case and left the room.
I went to the living room, sat on the couch, and started looking at something on my tablet. Jason immediately followed like always, so I got up, and went to the bedroom. Thankfully, he didn’t follow me again.
I had no real interest in anything I was going on the tablet so I got up and angrily unloaded the dishwasher.
Then, I went back to the tablet for a bit before giving up and going to bed.
I don’t know why he feels the need to follow me and pester me when I have left the room because I am upset. Especially since he never has anything to say and if I yell or say anything “mean” he will immediately leave the room and go lay on the bed and proceed to ignore me for the next couple of hours or the entire night depending on what time it is.
I’m done playing that game. It’s not fun for me. That night made me realize this. Last night, Jason was playing the game by himself. I was sitting in the office on my computer and tried playing a few different games but didn’t stick with any of them. He had a few accomplishments and got a cool reward and it made me feel a bit sad and for a moment I considered returning to the game and catching up with him. I reminded myself of why I stopped playing the game though and worked on my cognitive therapy app instead.