Max snapped at me loads of times in the first weeks that we shared our current workspace, but we weren’t a couple then, and I was giving it as much as I was getting it from him. Yeah, fighting sucked back then, but there’s something different about being on the receiving end of his anger and irritation as his girlfriend. Before it stung; now it cuts.
Uhhh Joelle definitely wasn’t as horribly cruel to him as he was to her. Idk what the author is doing trying to reframe it like this.
