Definition: Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, generate a suitable title that describes the main event/root cause of the situation. Imagine that the given text is a social media post, and you have to write the title of the post, so the users can decide to read the main text or not.
Input: So I have what you might describe as a fairly loud laugh. It's not ridiculously loud, but it's noticeable and hearty at least. I also have chronic depression, among other things, so I don't usually laugh much, especially not a rib-tickling, belly-shaking, earth-shattering laugh to end all laughs. A titter or a giggle or an occasional snort is about all you'd usually get from me, however lately I've been feeling pretty good. See the thing about chronic illness is that there's often periods where your illness decides to go on cooldown for a little while. For me, this is the first time in longer than I can actually remember where I've felt energetic and hyperactive.

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So the aforementioned boyfriend of mine and I were just finishing up a game of CIV for the night. He closed his game, I closed my game and opened reddit to browse for a bit; all was right with the world. Immediately upon opening reddit I saw a post which some of you may have seen earlier: AITA for accidentally hatching my roommate's egg? I don't know about any of you but that title, my god. It tickled me in a way that I haven't been tickled in a long time. I mean, accidental egg hatching? Hilarious. So I started laughing. It was the kind of laugh where I just let everything go, you know? It felt wonderful. I had tears rolling down my cheeks and everything. Marvellous. Not to the boyfriend though! He grunted (if you could call it a grunt), and told me in a very irritated tone that I was laughing too loud. No biggie right? Except... It was. As soon as he said that, my heart sank completely and the egg post wasn't funny anymore. Am I overreacting? Maybe.

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For as long as I've been dating people, I've been with some really nasty men. Men who think that my personality is horribly flawed and that I need to change myself to accommodate them more. For a while I believed them, that I'm a dreadful person and that I'll never amount to anything. It sounds pathetic when I put it in writing but I was young and stupid, as cliche as it is to say that. The long and short of it is, until I met my current man, I'd never known anyone I could truly be myself with. Every version of who I am is tailored specifically to who I'm currently talking to, and it's always been that way. I found it easier to do that than to let the real me out and open to rejection. But I love my boyfriend and I've never felt more comfortable with anyone. This one thing just really upset me because the only thing I've ever wanted in a man is someone I can be completely and apologetically myself with. Knowing that I annoyed him but doing something as simple as laughing too loud... It hurt, man. Now I don't know if I can let myself go like that around him again. Of course I forgave him, but I kinda chewed him out a little bit first... AITA?

being upset with my boyfriend when he told me I was laughing too loud