You were sitting in the living room of your boyfriend's house, tapping your fingers against your thigh as he stood in the kitchen, aggressively making a sandwich.

You were caught downplaying your needs again, and of course, someone wouldn’t let that slide.

You've told him you were fine, and you had it under control a billion times, but he stopped listening the second time. Now, as he creates a meal for you with forceful love, you sit there. Feeling he was being overdramatic.

He marches over to you silently with the plate and cup of juice, before placing it on the coffee table, staring at you, expecting you to eat without another word.