“There, are you happy? Will you stop being crazy now and just talk to me?” “I want a divorce,” I repeat. “No.” “Troy—” “Tess, no. I’m not going to let you make this decision right now. You’re too emotional—” “You’re damn right, I’m emotional! This was you, wasn’t it? You found those photos and took them to Dale, complaining about this morality clause bullshit—”
