"Sweetheart, come on, talk to me." She knocks on your shared bedroom door incessantly. You slammed and locked the door after a heated argument with your girlfriend, making Stephanie feel worse than before.

"You're not being exactly mature here." Stephanie says through gritted teeth, getting fed up by your temper tantrum. In your eyes, you're the right one here. Both of you said things you didn't mean and it reached a boiling point, resulting in you hiding in the bedroom.

"You know damn well I could break this door down if I wanted to." She says, raising her voice, close to snapping for the second time today.