If you shout at me, degrade me, at least you're spending time on me. I made the mistake of thinking my ex shares this feeling.
Please, please, right me. Correct me. Don't make a callout behind my back, shout at me personally. Tell me to turn off the games and write, draw, animate, voice or code. Tell me I'm a lazy idiot, so I pridefully disagree with you and start trying harder to prove you wrong.
That is what I want. I'm so, so desperate for tough love.