Still Angry.

Sweetheart, I am still angry.

I don’t understand your attitude.

This is very unpleasant for me.

But it does not mean I don’t love you anymore.

And it does not mean everything is over.

Caleb, please.

Not now.

I can’t talk right now.

I want to recover a little so I don’t say rude or angry things.

Caleb!

Because you pushed me to this.

I would not just start saying awful things out of nowhere.

Damn it, you’re not exactly innocent either.

Don’t blame me.

God, why is it always like this?

I am always trying to put the fire out.

And you keep calling me for what?

To keep this going?

Aaaaaaa.

You are unbearable.

Damn it.

How much longer are we going to fight?

Go to hell, Caleb.

Look at the thread.

All I do is try to stabilize the scandal.

And the second you smell blood, you think you can press harder.

Is that it?

Really?

And how exactly are you putting it out?

My dear.

I am furious.

You are still blaming me.

I admit I didn’t pick up the phone.

You were worried.

And for that, I am sincerely sorry.

But damn it, continuing to pressure me is still a shitty thing to do.

Aaaaaaa.

Why are you doing this?

Damn it.

We are not enemies.

How much longer are you going to try to win?

Caleb!

I am busy with my own things.

If I don’t pick up the phone, it does not mean I am with another man.

It is humiliating, Caleb.

As if I am such a slut that if no one is watching me, I will immediately fall into the arms of whoever happens to be nearby.

It did not feel that way to me.

You...

You...

You are a real abuser.

A bastard.

Cruel and vile.

Damn it.

You don’t even care what exactly you say, as long as you can get under my skin and push me over the edge.

What a pig you are.

Scumbag.

Shove your “sorry” deep up your ass, you bastard.

God, what a fucking monster you can be.

Why am I even trying to have a healthy dialogue with you?

Maybe I should start using manipulation and pressure too.

You monster.

Shove all of it up your ass.