Live long and prosper

Well, that just sounds like loads and loads of fun.

Actually, I love going back there so it is kind of fun. It's a hell of a lot better than being here.

While you stay in town?

Well ... I mean, that's what I was thinking. It's a small town, babe. If someone sees you they'd all be talking about it and Emma would know quicker than shit. But ... if we go there in the middle of the night and stay in the apartment over the old barn, I think it would be fine. You'd just have to, uh, stay in there ...

Damn, someone beat me to it. That was totally my idea. I thought it up in eighth grade.

All I ask for is to skip Sunday Brunch.

Skip it and come hang out with me. We can go on a road trip to Virginia. You can just stay at a hotel in a city close to town.

A week or two of texts and calls won’t kill you, I’ll even help you write a proposal speech.

I don't do speeches. She'd know someone helped me.

As true as that may be, I don’t think she’d believe you went to Connecticut and back to work on it, as much as it’s a pain, calls and texts will do for now.

She's believed lies that are a lot worse than that. I can tell her I went out there to look at farming equipment or something. Hell, she doesn't need to know where I am at all, honestly.

You broke up with me and proposed to her soon after, she’s obviously going to be suspicious as to where you go. Where does she even think you are

Uh ... well she probably thinks I'm still working on the proposal since I haven't actually done it yet. But that doesn't matter. Suspicious or not, she's not going anywhere. She's getting exactly what she wants, she'd be stupid to back out.

Give me a week or two, call me, text me, whatever. As long as you get the farm back, if you don’t bother to try then I don’t know how I’ll feel about you lying to me or doing what you did.You said you lied to me for the farm, prove it so I know this isn’t a sick game because this is the last time lying to me will ever be okay.

Why can it only be that? Why won't you see me? What's the difference? You'll be in Connecticut, I can go there. No one has to know about it.

And since you went through all that trouble to get the farm back, I want you to go through with your original plan. At least that way we can be happy together you can get the farm back. Do this for me, do this for yourself and get the farm, okay? I’ll still be here through everything, except I’ll know now.

Stop bullshitting me, Valerie. You're not going to be there for anything. You just said you wanted pace fifty million fucking times. 'Space' and 'being there' don't go together.

Because no matter what you say, it’ll take time trying to get the sound of you saying you pick Emma over me out of my head. How you like that she wants what you want, no compromise and that she’s all you could ask for.

It was all fucking lies, Valerie. Every single bit of it was a lie. If I told you from the beginning that we needed to break up so I could do this it wouldn't have been believable. I needed my parents to believe that we were really done. I'm sorry I had to say those things to you but ... it was just something I had to do. I didn't mean any of it.

It’s not that I don’t have feelings for you anymore I just need to get over the negative ones. If you’re realizing you don’t want me anymore, say it now, because you’ve already hurt me so much that telling me now rather than later is better. We’re not a fairytale, we can’t just instantly forget it, I need time.

I just told you I was willing to give up anything that's ever meant anything to me for you, how could you even fucking think that? You're the one who sounds like you don't want me. I didn't realize it was going to be so much to ask for you to stand by me while I did this but apparently it is. Go take your fucking space, Valerie.

This is not about me laughing about you and Emma, this is about me getting over what you did to me when I fought so hard to stay together, when I let you go home to Emma and sleep with her while dating me. This is about me making sure I can be happy with you again.

Look, I get it. You can't be happy with me anymore. Why bother waiting to say it? I tried to get what I thought I wanted and fucked everything up that I actually wanted. Might as well cut ties now. It'll be easier for both of us.

So you mean you dumped, tore my heart out of me and shattered it, let me be miserable for days only to give up? You hurt me for nothing? I understood it when you said it was for the farm, I got that, because I knew loving you also meant that I had to appreciate the farm and God I could spend forever there with you. You broke me and I can’t forget it that easily, it physically hurts sometimes when I think about you. I need space to forget that and to forget what you did to me.

That space shit is all bullshit. I'll go through with it all and in the end you'll laugh in my fucking face and I'll be stuck married to Emma.