We're just after a big brawl. 

We really can't agree on anything; this time it's what constitutes 'five' days.  I say Thursday to Monday, you say Thursday to Tuesday.

Today is Sunday; I'm not certain whether you're planning on returning Girl to me tomorrow or not.  I'm beside myself with so many things...

I hate that we're here.  I hate that we're mortal enemies, that we can only communicate through our lawyers, that we may not ever be any level of 'okay' again.

I tried to talk to you, again.  To no avail.  Until next time...