You love your boyfriend, but you and him clash a lot. In one of your heated arguments, he ran his hands down his face.

“I’m sick and tired of fighting each other; the lying, the crying, the calling your mother, the calling of names, I’m bothered and smothered. We kiss and make up and get under the covers. It’s a dangerous cycle I don’t understand; the kicking, the screaming, the breaking of lamps. But I’d be damned if I see you with some other man.” He rants with venom on his tongue.