I don't want to fight! Damn it, Lucius. I don't like being like this. I don't like always having to second guess every conversation we're in. We're supposed to love each other. We're supposed to care for each other, not hurt each other all the time.
I'm not playing games. I just want us to be happy again. I just want us to be all right again. I don't know why we're not and I don't know how to fix it and I keep trying and it just doesn't work and I don't know why.
I look at myself in the mirror and I don't know myself. I'm supposed to be gaining weight but how can I when I can't keep anything down? Our baby is going to be pale and spindly because I can't eat.
And I'm always crying. I cry when Grandma scolds me for putting sugar in the tea. I cry when Mother talks about stars and trees. And I threw a vase at Fionn yesterday for congratulating me on not getting sick at breakfast.
I'm tired of myself. Why wouldn't you be tired of me?
Beloved, grant me a favour. Let me decide when I am tired of you. Can you manage that? I shall promise you with all the sincerity I can muster that I will tell you, in the unlikely event that it happens. Before that time, you may comfortably assume that I am not tired of you, that my inquiries as to your health and pleasure are genuine, and that I most earnestly desire to continue in your company.