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So I get upset when a guy, drunk or not, tries to get down your pants. Whatever. I start to question your judgement when you'd rather entertain a drunk over the phone than talk to your husband about something important. Childish? What will you be if you walk out that door and into a trap just to prove a point? I'll come after you. You're damn right, I'll come after you. I love you. I won't let you get hurt. I won't let you do it. I care about you too much. I care about US too much. Had the roles been reversed, I think the outcome would have been a lot different. In the midst of all of this, my brain, as does yours, keeps asking me if this is all worth it. It is. I love you more than anything. Neither of us is perfect, but we are perfect for each other. I am going to spend the rest of my life with you. I am going to take care of you. I am going to be your everything because you are my everything. Yeah, I was a drunk once, but I gave that up. And anyone I 'may have' slept with, I didn't know if they were in fact single or not. You told Redcorn that alcohol wasn't an excuse. Now you're making excuses for Derek. He knows about you and me. HE KNOWS ME. Disre-fucking-spect is written all over that one. I'm shaking with anger right now and it's not going to get the best of me. It's not going to do anything but make me twitch. I'm sorry if I'm protective or jealous, but goddammit I should be. You are the greatest woman in the world and I won't allow anything to hurt you or take you from me. Especially if it's some horny drunk that knows that you are taken and still doesn't give a shit. So I'm gonna calm down and try and have a good time. I'm sorry I made you look like an ass out of your friends. I'm sorry you showed them that some horny lush who wanted to fuck you is more important than me. When I asked for the phone all I wanted was to joke with the motherfucker, tell him to remember who he was talking to, and tell him to go beat off. It doesn't matter though. I suppose I write this because it's not important to you when I say it. Well, here it is. All that unimportant stuff.