Good-bye

“You know.”

“I actually don’t know. I don’t know what you want from me. I never know what you want from me! You say these things, these words that carry a heavy weight in your mind, but in actuality mean very little to me. You expect me to know, but I don’t know. And you know that I don’t know, yet you continue to talk at me instead of to me. You love to belittle me.”

“I don’t understand why you’re lying to me. You know exactly what it is that I’m trying to convey to you, you know exactly what I need from you. You know exactly how you need to behave and exactly what I’m telling you right now. I never lie. Especially to you. Never to you.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit! I’m so sick of your entitled mentality! You disgust me!”

“Was that meant to hurt me? You’ve severely missed the mark.”

“Fuck you!”

“What the actual fuck, you just hit me?”

“I’m sick of you!”

“Again? Seriously? You’ve lost your fucking mind!”

“I’m tired of being lied to! I’m tired of being gaslit by you on a daily-fucking-basis! You make me feel insane!”

“You are fucking insane! You just hit me twice without provocation! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You! You are what’s wrong with me! You are what has always been what’s wrong with me! I was just to blind to fucking see it.” 

“Don’t say that! I’ve always been good to you, I’ve always done what’s best for you. I’ve cared for you when no one else would. I fucking loved you!”

“You never loved me.”

“I did.”

“You didn’t”

“I did. I do.”

“Stop fucking lying. I’m so sick of your lies!”

“I still love you! We can work through this.”

“You won’t do this to me again! Fuck you!”

“You really have got to stop hitting me! This is the last warning I’m giving you! Enough!”

“Fuck. You. You piece of shit!”

“That’s it! You’re mental! There is no loving you, no one will love you! You’re going to be alone without me! You're nothing without me! You fucking know!”

“I don’t know! I never know! You don’t let me know!”

“Bitch.”

“Bastard!”

“You did not just fucking hit me again.”

“I’m going to keep hitting you, and yelling at you and throwing things at you until you fucking leave! I don’t want you anymore, I don’t love you anymore! I’d rather be dead than with you!”

“Fair enough deal.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said. You know.”

“I don’t know! You’re the one that’s crazy and you’re making me crazy!”

“You know. You know that the only way to live and be without me is to be dead. You know!”

“Mother fucker!”

“That’s the last fucking one, touch me again and I will show you what a bastard I can be!”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I? You seem to think I'm this monster.”

“You are a fucking monster. A fucking cock sucker!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“No, you shut the fuck up and go!”

“No.”

“How many times do I have to throw you out before you finally take the goddamn hint? I don’t want you, I don’t need you, I don’t love you! I will live and survive and thrive without you! You only hold me back. You only hold me down! You’re a terrible human being. You’ve kept me from friends and family. All of my loved ones don’t even know I exist anymore because I couldn’t leave you behind and you made no fucking effort in getting to know them! You’re a miserable piece of shit! You’re…”

“Enough.”

“Fuck no! You obviously need to hear this because it’s not getting though your thick fucking skull! You’re…”

“I said enough!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Fuck you, no!”

“Yes! You’re just fucking tired! You need to go rest and we’ll talk about this later when you’re more calm and fucking rational! Jesus, fuck! Enough!”

“You always do this! When we get to something you don’t want to hear you shut me down, well not this time. Not this fucking time! You’re going to listen to every fucking word I have to say!” 

“Just go lay down and rest! You’re fucking ti…”

“No! No! No! No! No! You’re a bastard, you’re a fucking narcissistic bastard!”

“You fucking bitch! Stop hitting me!”

“Make me!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Wow.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I didn’t want to hit you. You just made me! This is your fault! You made me hit you! You did this!”

“It’s always my fault isn’t it? I made you raise your hand toward me? I just made you bring it down across my face? I made my lip bleed? No, that was you! This is you! This is your fault! This is why you have to fucking go! Go now or I’m calling the cops!”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Yes I would. I’m sick of living like this, I’m sick of you.”

“You wouldn’t call the cops, who do you think they’d believe? A hysterical bitch, or me?”

“Let’s find out.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“I don’t think so, and you know.”

“I do know, and you’re fucking bluffing. You’ve always been a bad liar. Just like you're bad at everything else. Now, go lay down, get some fucking rest and we’ll talk about this drama you’ve caused once you’ve rested. You’re not thinking clearly! You’re being violent and abusive!”

“I’m being abusive! Ha! Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle!”

“Enough already. This is absolutely ridiculous.”

“You’re right, this is. Enough is enough already. I am done. Leave or I’m calling the cops. This–whatever the fuck it was–is done. There isn’t shit you can do abo…”

“You little bitch! Look what you’ve made me do now! Just fucking go lay down! Give me the goddamn phone! You’re not calling anyone! This isn’t done, we’re not fucking done until I say we’re done! Do you fucking understand me?”

“Done…done…do…”

“God! Stop! I don’t want to hurt you, just stop!”

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you.”

“...911 what’s your emergency?...”

“You fucking called?”

“I told you, I’m done. Now get out.”

“You’re going to regret this!”

“Yes, hi, I need help at 1421 North Asher, I’m being assaulted! Please help! Send help! I need help!”

“...units are being dispatched now. Do not disconnect the line. Help is on the way…”

“Bitch.”

“Bastard. And yes, you know.”