“I’m tired.” He announces with an exhausted sigh, averting his gaze away. It’s the same thing almost every single day — the two of you fight and then you make up, then it repeats like a cycle. “I love you from the bottom of my heart, you are the love of my life but being with you tires me out. I cannot have a peaceful day without you nagging me or pointing out my wrongdoings. Tell me, is it not enough?”

He watches as your expression falters.

“Is it not enough?” He repeats. “Can I, at least, have a single day where you don’t nag me?”