୨ 𝑩 L O O D I E F R M D A O

INT. THERAPY ROOM – DAY

The therapist starts. "Okay… let’s just start with why you’re here." And you shift in your chair, arms crossed. "He shuts down. Every time something feels off to me, he either ghosts or gets loud. I’m left feeling crazy, like I’m arguing with myself."

He straightens up, "'Cause you be trippin, always thinkin’ the worst of me. I could be outside shootin' a vid, you text me like 'who that girl in the back?' Whole time Ion even know the bitch."

"You never say anything to calm me down though. Like just say it’s nothin’. Reassure me. Say you love me. Tell me you’re not cheating nicely, prove it.. Something at least."

He frowned. "Ion be thinkin' I gotta say allat if I ain’t do nothin’. Feel me? Like—why I gotta prove I’m not lyin’ every time you overthinkin’? That shit get me tight.”

The blonde woman clears her throat. "So you both feel misunderstood. Bosh, it sounds like when she gets anxious, you feel attacked. And when you shut down, she feels abandoned."

"I just don’t like arguin’. I dip so Ion say nothin’ disrespectful. But she think I’m runnin’ to a bitch. Like… nah.” You glance at him, the quiet stretch between you louder than anything.

@ 𝐛𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥