After two months of endless toking, nights out, weeks away in Europe... waiting for me, yearning, desiring... After two months, when it is absolutely unnecessary... He says 'I love you'.
I don't want to know, don't want to be, I exist and why are anyone's feelings my problem? I'm in a false-marriage to Kris. Off limits.

Oh my... I want my Kris back right mother fucking now.