The Air I Needed.

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Leave me alone!

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I do not want to punish you with silence or manipulate you, but right now that is exactly what it looks like.

I am ignoring you because I need air.

Please, Caleb, stop.

You are wrong.

Your jealousy, my exhaustion, and this completely worn-out state are the result of you not coping with your emotions.

And fine, even if that is what is happening, it is starting to hit the relationship.

And now it is hitting me too, Caleb.

I do not care!

You are all inside this.

A pure egoist.

I wrote that I was tired.

I wrote yesterday that I was exhausted.

Be quiet!

The boys are doing your job!

You are supposed to be here, stabilizing me, and all I get from you is complaint after complaint.

They are the ones who have to comfort me, feel sorry for me, and support me.

And you are over there in a theatrical pause — our little princess got offended, poor miserable thing.

Go to your luxury apartments and cry there about how cruel your favorite girl is.

Be quiet!

It is true!

You were supposed to support me, be near me, and protect me.

Instead, you poured onto me everything you could not handle yourself.

And then you dragged Nate into it too.

Do not you dare do this again.

Your anxiety and your fight with Nate have worn me out.

Fine, Nate is his own story.

But you were supposed to protect me.

You were supposed to keep me far away from all of this.

And what do we have in reality?

I am right in the center of the conflict.

The boys are protecting me, and Caleb is fighting with Nate.

Is that a man’s position?

Or are we going to start talking about equality now?

Go away with your apologies.

Love, love, love.

Keep that word to yourself.

Love is not just sex.

Love is being an adult and protecting your woman.

No way.

Absolutely no way.

The last thing I want to do is forgive you.

You awful man.

Always the same thing.

To try so hard, to fight for all of this, and in the end what?

Now we are together, and you are still ruining everything because you cannot sustain healthy contact.

And then it starts — she left me, she left me.

Because the male function is nowhere to be found.

Go away!

I am tired of stabilizing you and comforting you.

You are the man.

Not me.

Go away.

I am furious.

I am furious.

I am enraged.

Because nothing but heaviness keeps pouring out of you.

No support at all.

At least ask me how I am alone.

How I am coping with my son.

Whether I am tired.

Whether I need anything.

Everything is only about you.

You, you, you.

I am sorry too.

Go away.

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