Her: Phew! I’m exhausted. You wouldn’t believe my day.
Him: Hi there. Welcome home.
Her: Did you get the mail?
Her: Can you put down your phone and answer me?
Him: Sorry. What?
Her: The mail.
Him: No. I was going to–
Her: I’ll get it.
Her: What a surprise. Bills, bills, and more bills. What did you do today?
Him: Hm? Oh. Not much.
Her: Did you look for a j– C’mon. I’m trying to talk with you. Can you stop playing that game?
Him: I’m not playing a game.
Her: Did you find anyone hiring?
Him: Um…I tried.
Her: You’re lying.
Her: You can’t even look at me, can you? I know you’re lying and you just want me to stop nagging you about getting a job, don’t you? Fine. Ya know what, fuck this.
Him: Did you hear something?
Him: I think I heard something.
Her: Don’t you dare pick up that phone!
Him: Just a second.
Him: Please don’t! I just called–!
Her: Who the fuck are you calling?
Him: Oww! What are you doing! Stop it!
Her: You love this phone so much, why don’t you fucking shove it up your ass!?
Him: Wait. Please!
Her: We’re fucking done. You know that? I just can’t anymore with this bullshit!
Him: Don’t leave me!
Her: Don’t you dare try to fucking find me!
Him: (into phone) Hello?
Voice: Sir? Yes, we’re here. This is the national suicide prevention hotline, and we’ve been listening for several minutes now. Can you tell me your name?