“You could never be my priority. Your needs would come last to hers, if I could even tend to your needs at all. You would get the scraps of my time. I’ll make promises I won’t be able to keep. You’ll live in a constant state of waiting for me. She’s dying,” he said, agonized. “They won’t say it, but she is. And my heart is broken because of it. Every time I see you, I’ll be looking for something to ease the pain, something to dump my pain on, something I can rage against. You would be getting the worst parts of me every time, because I’ll need to give her my best. It will slowly eat away at
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