How is it that I've put you out of my life and you're still fucking my shit up?

Worried

You don't want the life I do.

I don't want the life you do.

We agreed to leave it at that.

But then you say you worry about me.

I'm going to become too dependent on the man who is to be My Husband.

Sometimes I think you want me independent.

Alone.

Like you.