“I- I don’t even know what you want from me!” I exclaim, wide eyes and an upset tone.

“I mean, you barge into my house saying that I’m changed, well so what?! Maybe I have!” I add frustratedly. I begin pacing, unsure what to do with myself as I try to think.

I don’t know what to do with myself as it feels like you’re interrogating me, the stress I’m under making me more erratic.