Anthony, I hate you. I have never said that to another human being before, but I do. Why did I have to move into the one building where you were living. Why did I have to see you again? I was fine until you started talking to me. I wanted us to be friends, but I can't stop thinking about how we were before. At school, I never wanted to love you, and I don't want to keep loving you at all. I want to get on with my life, so I can find someone else to marry. I hate it that I love you. How can you still make me love you? We were miserable together, but being away from you isn't helping. I'm more miserable now. I hate crying and I hate you for making me cry. I hate feeling guilty when I tried to do the right thing, and I hate knowing that I did the wrong thing. I hate that you haven't found someone else, but I'm happy that you haven't. I want you to find someone else, and I want you to be with me again. Please just go away.
The thing about expecting tons of sex on the honeymoon is that it sort of presumes that they haven't been having sex up until that point. I mean, obviously there should be sex...but anyone whom I'd marry, I would have been having sex with already, while I might end up on a honeymoon someplace I'd never been. Not much point in going to Rome for the honeymoon if you're just going to stay in the hotel the whole time.
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You never drink, Susan.
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