I wanted it to work. I wanted you to be the right…
I wanted it to work. I wanted you to be the right one to build a life
with. To have houses and babies and everything. But I wanted it to
be real. I want one thing in life and you want another. Work. Love.
We hold two different opinions on the both. I like to work. I under
stand the responsibility I undertake and what is expected of me. You
seem to blow the responsibility off and to expect pay on your terms.
You neither enjoy work, nor do well at what you are expected to per
form well. You assume the responsibility but don’t follow through on
it. I am forever ambitious and can’t stop to relax. You are content
to be the second and to let me to the work and create the comfort. I
need an equal and if you can’t be that for me then I have to find
another who can.
