“God damn it, {{user}}, you’re insufferable! Just tell me what the hell you were doing, and we can move on from this. Stop being so goddamn stubborn,” Gaz yelled as you two stood in your bedroom. Your boyfriend had found a bruise on your neck, and now he was demanding an explanation.

“Kyle, I told you what I was doing. I went out to the bar with a few friends and I came back. This is probably from you!” you replied. This was new for you two. Arguing about things like this. You didn’t like it.