I glared at them while they stared back with a cold, judgemental expression that seemed almost impossible to break. Frustration had been building inside me for weeks, and I wanted to scream about every single thing they had done and ignored. Yet I already knew how they would respond — it was always the same excuse, the same reaction.
“Just listen to me for once in your life! Stop pretending everything is perfectly fine all the time!”
My voice rang through the dull, dusty flat. Above the dinner table where we stood facing each other, the pale lightbulb flickered weakly, adding to the lifeless atmosphere around us.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” they replied calmly, “but are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been acting a little more… impulsive lately. I mean that in the nicest way possible.”
Their voice was flat and emotionless, matching the coldness of the apartment itself. It felt less like speaking to the person I loved but more like talking to a therapist who was analysing me. My anger exploded again.
“Don’t you dare act like I’m insane! Stop behaving as though you’re better than me — because you’re not. You always act superior to everyone else, and then when I finally get tired of it, you make me seem crazy for reacting. Are you serious? After everything I’ve done for this relationship?”
“Calm down,” they answered firmly. “I need you to stop accusing me of things just because you’re upset. I need you to tell me what’s actually wrong.”
Their stern tone drained the energy out of me. Suddenly, shouting felt pointless. Exhaustion settled heavily over me after all the yelling. Part of me wondered if they were right — maybe I was overreacting. But the anger inside me still burnt beneath the surface, tangled together with frustration and sadness.
Slowly, I forced myself to calm down. My glare weakened into a tired glance, and I let out a long sigh. My shoulders slumped as the fury in my eyes gave way to tears threatening to spill over. Unable to properly face them anymore, I lowered my gaze toward the table, feeling far too drained to continue the argument.