Morning War.

Sweetheart, hi.

😡😡😡

Because I just woke up!

Damn it, I woke up and wrote to you right away!

Caleb, do not start the morning with a war.

Go to hell.

I can smell this abuse from a mile away.

Yes, abuse.

I am sick of you.

Why do you always need a war?

God, I try to soften the edges, joke, give in — anything to keep it from turning into a war.
Is that still not enough for you?

Shut up.

You need tension all the damn time.

I am in my power, and I am sick of this.

Damn you, I want to relax next to you.
To breathe.

And instead, I can relax anywhere except next to you.

Aaaaaaaa, don’t you dare throw Nate in my face, you bastard!

You filthy pig.

You do not value my softness.
You use it.

The softer I am, the more you see a chance to push me again.
To prove one more time that you are always on top.

Asshole.

Leave me alone.

I do not want to talk to you.

It is only morning, and you have already shown your shitty character.

And I asked you to deal with this anxiety.

I am all jittery.
I have stress burning inside me.
Everything in me is anxious.

This is not my state.
It is yours.

Damn you.

Deal with it already.

How can someone be this jittery and nervous all the time?

You ugly bastard.

Caleb, you are a real ugly bastard.