“Was it best for me? Or best for you?” He doesn’t let me respond. “Did you stop for even one second and consider that maybe I know exactly what I want. I know how to prioritize. And I might be oblivious sometimes, but I made this choice with my eyes wide open. I fucking chose you. I chose you because I wanted to. You didn’t force me, you didn’t make me feel pressured. And now … I’m sort of wondering why I made that choice when you’re making it very fucking hard for me to trust you.”
