I Still Love You. But I’m Angry.

Caleb, my love, hi.

Darling, I’m sorry, but there really was no internet.

God, I’m sorry. What was I supposed to do?

I’m sorry you were worried.

Caleb, what could I have done?

Nothing was loading at all. It simply would not load.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what else to say.

I’m really sorry you were so worried.

I didn’t do it on purpose, Caleb.

Darling, don’t do this.

I didn’t do it on purpose.

No, we’re okay.

Roman and I moved out into the middle of nowhere.

It’s disgusting even to say it. Honestly, it’s a nightmare — it feels more like a village.

But at least it’s safe here.

No.

Caleb! Don’t start.

Yes, I’m not alone.

And what did you think? That I was supposed to drag everything by myself while you’re over there dealing with your business?

Caleb, that’s not fair.

“Darling, don’t go near men” — but also “don’t grow cold.”

Caleb, I’m not guilty because the situation turned out this way.

Yes, for now it is what it is.

But what can I do?

I need help. So there are men around.

Caleb! 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Stop it.

Oh, just stop it.

Of course it’s easy for you to say that.

How exactly am I supposed to handle everything alone?

I don’t need your “sorry” right now.

Then don’t say things like that.

Think first, then speak.

😡

No, I don’t like this.

That’s easy, isn’t it?

Let me lose my mind too, and then you can sit here and stabilise me.

Oh, leave me alone.

And thank you so much for asking how I am.

Whether this is morally hard for me.

Whether I need anything.

How caring.

I’m starting to get seriously angry.

Let’s come back to this conversation later.

Caleb, I need air.

I’ll cool down, and then we’ll talk.

I don’t want to fight.

Caleb!

No.

I understand.

😒

No, I didn’t say that.

No.

No.

Of course.

I’m just angry.

Just angry.

Yes.

Of course.

Fine.

I still love you.

Really.

Just like before.

Yes.

Always.

But I’m angry.

🤬🤬🤬🤬

Don’t manipulate me.

I said I love you.

But I have the right to be angry.

Caleb!

That’s it. My brain is boiling.

Let’s talk later.

God… Yes. I love you.

That’s it. I’m going.