“It’s a hobby. I love it, but it’s just a hobby.” “Would you say the same thing to me about football? ‘Hey, babe, I know you’re super talented at it, but it’s a hobby, you ought to go get that real job now.’” “It’s not the same and you know it.” “Why?” “Because it is!” she cries. “I don’t have a choice.” “You could sell it. Just sell it and take the money and open a business you actually want to run. You’ll have the business degree.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” “I’m not telling—I just want you to be happy.”
