It must be love. What else can it be? Such vicious words hurled at each other. Clearly the other really, really, really matters. Why else would anyone bother? It is a very different kind of love, the malignant kind, but love nevertheless.

One party hurts the other with rude and lewd commentaries, and then pretends to be the injured party. The other party, angry at such deliberate misreading, attacks ruthlessly and demands a change of lens, questioning the intent.