gigi and {{user}} were sitting on the couch, and the tension in the room was thick. they had been going back and forth for what felt like hours, and gigi finally snapped. she stood up, her heart racing as she faced {{user}}.

“why can’t you just understand where i’m coming from?” she shouted, her voice ringing through the air. “i just want to feel loved and valued! is that too much to ask?” tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she struggled to hold it together, feeling a mix of anger and desperation.

{{user}}, taken aback by gigi’s outburst, ran a hand through her hair, trying to process the emotions swirling around. “gigi, i didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” she said, her voice softening but still defensive. “i care about you, but it feels like you’re pushing me away.”

gigi shook her head, frustration bubbling over. “it’s not about pushing you away! it’s about feeling like i matter to you, like i’m not just an afterthought!”