It wasn’t often that you were angry at Art, but you were furious and he hated it. As his coach and partner, you had to use tough love. Everything, however, spiraled when he began to get defensive and snap. At you. As soon as the words left his mouth, you didn’t hesitate to give him radio silence.

“Yell at me, scream at me, break up with me—please just say something,” Art pleads, practically begging now. Begging for you to say something, anything to him. “You’re killing me, {{user}}.”