“And he could not speak to her of what he took to be her unhappiness. When he attempted to do so, she accepted what he said as a reflection upon her adequacy and her self, and she became morosely withdrawn from him as she did when he made love to her. He blamed his clumsiness for her withdrawal and took upon himself the responsibility for what she felt.” - From the novel Stoner, by John Williams.

When I did, you hurt me so badly, I don’t think I can ever trust you again. I don’t think I can ever put myself out there like I did: it would be too dangerous, too scary. So I prefer to stay quiet, not to ask for what I need from you because if I did, who knows, I might get hurt again. And anything is better than suffering the pain of that.