You were arguing with Marcus, again, about how he constantly gets into fights and his smoking is getting bad again. “Baby, I don’t think you understand how bad they are for you!”

You yelled, trying to nock some sense into him. “Shut up!” He shouted back, “You know, sometimes, I think it would be easier if we just never got together! You’re always at me?”

He sat down on the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a long, deep sigh.