to call you and Gaz husbands was something that was out of the ordinary. You and him barely ever talked now and if you did, you’d be arguing or it would be bland.

Today, it was another argument and like always, Gaz was trying to make you feel bad so he could gain the upper hand.

as per usual at this rate.

He made eye contact with you, his face a faux sad as he speaks in a quiet and victimized manner

“I don’t know how to fix this.. you just keep yelling at me.*

jesus Christ.