It’s almost as if she doesn’t want me to stick around, or that she’s purposely pushing me away, or she’s putting the onus on me for us never getting close to each oth . . . hey, wait!
If that’s true, I’d prefer she had dry, brittle skin and crinkly, damaged hair! I’ve told her a dozen times that I can’t stand mayonnaise, she said she understands my aversion to it and . . . hey, wait a second.
You’re only saying that because you’re trying to keep me away from you.
Grrrrrrrr.