You can’t know that you wouldn’t like me based off of some words on a screen every blue moon and a biased notion of whoever I was when I was at my worst. Don’t you get that sometimes things have to get worse before they get better?
All I wanted was loyalty, and you swore it. You swore to god, YOU SWORE ON FARON’S FUCKING GRAVE THAT YOU WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME. And look what you’ve done. You’ve dishonored him, and you continue to do so every time you call him your step son, as if you ever grew up and actually married me like you ALSO promised to do.
Imagine, in your entire life of half-assing things, I just ended up being yet another thing you started and couldn’t finish. And you dare to act like I’m the one being an asshole.
Crash tested. Dummy approved. 