“Is this too much for you? The marriage? The life we’re building? Me? Is it too much?” “You think it’s too much for me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “I don’t fucking know. Everything was good when you left, or at least I thought it was. And then you came here, and everything seemed fine, and then you went silent on me. Stopped calling. Your texts are short. You’re treating me like a fucking acquaintance. So, if this is done, you’re going to need to tell me right here. Right now. And then you’re going to have to convince me that there’s a reason we don’t belong together, because I don’t see
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