“I am happy. You make me happy.” “No, no, I don’t. You are not happy with me. You’ve made yourself miserable. You’ve put your needs, your feelings, yourself last for the sake of making me happy. I think you lied to yourself enough that you believed it, but you’re not. I can’t make you happy. I can’t give you the emotional stability you need. I wanted to…” She gets choked up on a sob. “So badly give it to you, but I can’t. I don’t know how.”
