In which I express my sentiments in the clearest language possible.
Yep. Had I my druthers, this relationship would be over. You, evicted; kicked to the curb. And then kicked yet again, hard. One big take that, you creep.
Tenant from hell, you are. Sneaky, freeloading, destructive little shit. Totally without consideration for your host. Seemingly intent upon destroying the only home you’ve ever had.
Thing is, you underestimated me.
Once upon a time I was both hesitant and more accommodating. No longer. Our incessant discord has remade me. In order to survive I have become fearless, fierce, ferocious. In this perverse game of chicken, I shall not swerve. And if I cannot shake you, I’ll take you with me.
That’s not a threat, it’s a promise.