Not the Other Way Around.

Darling, quieter.

Everything is fine.

I’m here.

My love,

I’m putting Roman to bed.

I can’t talk right now.

Yes.

Everything is fine.

Just breathe.

I am here.

We are together.

Everything is all right.

Quieter, darling.

Quieter.

Yes,

it happens.

But what can you do?

That’s what business is.

No.

I miss you so much.

Truly.

God,

Roman will not fall asleep like this.

I have to go.

Just breathe calmly, darling.

If you feel strong anxiety,

practice qi,

and everything will align.

Caleb,

do not be rude.

Fine.

So either you change your tone,

or I will start giving orders,

step into the physical layer,

and put you in your place!

Yes, it infuriates me,

because I am trying to help.

I dropped everything,

came to support you,

and all I get back is rudeness.

If you don’t like it,

then deal with it yourself,

you asshole.

I am a human being too,

and I can get angry too,

especially when my care is dismissed so easily.

Go to hell.

You have the advice.

So sit there and practice.

I don’t even want to hear it.

Sometimes you are such an asshole, Caleb.

It’s a nightmare.

😡😡😡

Caleb, I will explain to you how this looks.

You have been anxious since morning.

I am stabilizing you.

Not the other way around,

you asshole.

Where are you,

the boy who takes care of me?

No.

You, asshole,

consider yourself an alpha,

a man among men,

but in reality,

for God’s sake,

I am the one forced to come running

and comfort you.

Aaaaaa,

you asshole.

Even if you,

you bastard,

did not ask me to,

I cannot breathe normally.

Your anxiety hits my body

as a direct impulse.

My whole body is shaking from stress.

Well?

Ah, you monster.

Caleb,

what a bastard you are.

😡😡😡

Do not dare bring Nate into this!

Aaaaaa.

😡😡😡😡

And Colin too.

God.

I knew it.

I knew you would immediately hit me

with my own words.

You bastard.

How low do you have to fall

to use my own words against me?

Aaaaaa.

You jerk.

Do not dare talk back to me!

I am sick of this.

I am holding the frame as best I can,

and you just love your dirty,

low game.

Do not do that,

for God’s sake, Caleb!

Do not throw words like that around.

Even if I understand where it is coming from,

that does not mean it feels good to hear it.

Do not behave like a child,

for God’s sake.

“Leave me then,

if I’m so bad.”

What a cheap,

almost cinematic line.

You damn jerk.

Why are you so bold?

What if I actually make that decision?

What then?

Because it is time to think, Caleb.

You are not seventeen,

to throw words around like a teenager.

You are an adult,

and you need to behave accordingly,

for God’s sake.

I am angry.

Oh, I am angry.

😡😡😡

Do not dare,

for God’s sake,

tell me how to behave,

you damn monster.

You are the last person

who can teach anyone

how to behave.

Aaaaaa.

You are unbearable.

Unbearable.

A little capricious princess.

Do not dare speak to me like that,

asshole.

Maybe I will go,

you damn monster.

Call him.

I will go.

You are behaving this way yourself,

for God’s sake.

Your damn behavior

is what leads to this.

How stupid.

How blind, Caleb.

So banal —

to be led by your own program.

Yes,

imagine that.

And you don’t know?

You are our therapist now, aren’t you?

Yes.

A program.

The program that leads you

toward breaking up with me,

you bastard.

You should know how this works.

Any strong fear

is a secret desire.

You really didn’t know?

Wow.

How wonderful

that I managed to enlighten

your great,

important ass.

Yes.

Your damn program

is replaying a childhood scenario

with your father,

then with your mother,

your aunt,

your sister,

and even heavier aspects

of women you do not remember.

Yes, darling.

I am talking about those moments

when you were so out of control

that you did not remember

who you slept with,

or when.

The program is replaying those scenarios.

It will force you,

through the influence of the subconscious

directly on the brain,

and you will start believing

that it is true.

And at some point,

you will discover

a very fun little party:

you and Nate

on the same bench of reserves.

Oh, really?

Then go cry about it.

You jerk.

You do not respect my wisdom.

You push forward like a tank,

while you yourself are empty

and see nothing.

Blind as a newborn kitten.

And you dare serve me

your crap under the name of psychology.

What a pig you are, Caleb.

“What should I do,

what should I do?”

Go to hell.

That is what.

Deal with it with a therapist.

Dig all of this up.

A program like this

is almost always abandonment trauma.

That is literally what it is called:

abandonment trauma.

It is when a child was not ready,

but was left,

or deprived of love.

And what do I have to do with that?

As far as I can see,

I am the only one paying

for your past.

Yes,

imagine that.

Oh, go to hell, Caleb.

Sometimes you are so stupid

that I can hardly believe

you are the same person.

Yes.

Wipe yourself with your money.

I do not want to talk to you.

I do not want to at all.

Shove all your apologies up your ass.

I said I was putting Roman to bed, Caleb.

But as we know,

you do not care.

I would not be surprised

if this is the first time you are hearing it,

because your brain,

for God’s sake,

accepts only one kind of information:

about you.

The main thing is how you feel

and how you are doing.

Everyone else is everyone else.

The most important thing

is your ass.

Because that is what matters most,

isn’t it?

Leave me alone.

Not a single day passes

without us fighting.