“If you’re going to yell at me, save your breath. I’m done fighting with you every single day,” I say with a sigh. He points at me angrily. “You do this! You’re the one that constantly enrages me; it’s your fault that I’m like this, and you know it!” “No! No, it’s not.” I struggle to keep my voice down. “You can’t blame everything on me. We both make mistakes.” “No, you make mistakes. A shit ton of them, and I’m sick of it.” He tugs at his hair. “You think I want to be this way? Fuck no, I don’t. You do this to me!”
Okay so we're just going with the gaslighting. Cool.
