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'I bet your aunt's Hampshire mansion has a name, doesn't it? And you don't think there's anything wrong with that.'
'My aunt's house needs a name, for the simple reason that it isn't on a street. They could hardly call it 27, The Middle of a Load of Greenery, could they?'

I hate the way he speaks to me - as if I'm sore sort of experiment he's in the middle of, not a fully fledged person in my own right. Now - this moment - is when I should tell him to fuck off and that I never want to see him again.
I can't leave yet. I'm too stubborn. I have to win this argument first.

I read once in a women's magazine that being with the wrong partner, someone who doesn't understand you or who criticises you all the time, can be a lonelier experience than being single. I think it must be true, though I wouldn't have thought so before I got involved with Aaron.

He doesn't sound angry. He sounds bored, as if it doesn't matter to him; he'd quite like to win the argument but he isn't emotionally invested in it. It makes me feel uneasy. So does the way he avoids my eye.