She mentioned she didn't like Italian food much, I had a random anger spike, she reacted poorly. We yelled at each other in that place I like in the West End. She yelled about my PTSD loudly in the middle of a full restaurant.
We left. I suggested if she can't cope with my PTSD we be together any more and she said that we couldn't. I came here cried, took some potion and slept until Seamus came up. Then there was cake and truffles.
And leave her. It's been coming for a while I think. Work will be awkward, but we can avoid each other.