“I’ve realized the way I’ve been working in order to provide for us makes her miserable, but she wants a family, and this was necessary. I thought I could just bite that bullet and crank it out quickly, then we’d be okay. But that backfired and I hate that. Because this is all for her happiness. All I’ve ever wanted is to protect her happiness.” “And what about your happiness?” Viggo asks. “Does working like this make you happy?” “Happy? Fuck, I’m just trying to survive.” The truth lurches out of me, and God, what I’d give to wrench it back.
