I never told you this, but before I knew about your June and July, when you let me stay at your house while you were in Europe, I almost took everything that was mine. Had I known while I struggled with loyalty, you were struggling with Ioan and what position worked best for your needs, I might have done something differently. I might have chosen me over we.
You can’t have it both ways every time. If you choose this, know that you are choosing a life you do not recognize. And in two months when it’s inevitably over, if it starts, well, you can regret using a nuclear bomb. But you can’t take it back.
The biggest difference between men and women is what happens at this point. We break up and I swallow three bottles of wine and listen to Audioslave. She puts on yoga pants and goes to 7-11 and practically gets molested buying Doritos. If you’re a woman, you have struggles. I’m not saying you don’t struggle through this. Trust me, this particular one isn’t yours. If someone calls at midnight, they want to fuck. Every time. I promise. Men calling and women calling at 11:56 is the difference between men and women. Yes, there are outliers. But nine times out of ten, she is not the one texting, “You up?”