“Why don’t you just say what you want to say?” “This isn’t you.” “No? Fine, what would please you?” “It’s not about pleasing me.” “Isn’t it? You seemed to have some preconceived notion about me and this life with you. I guess I’m not living up to it.” “I have no notion. That’s the point.” “And I’m telling you, I’m exactly where I want to fucking be.”
