“i want you to hate me, i want you to yell at me, tell me i was wrong, make me realize if i mess up again, i will lose the best thing i ever had, but instead you sit there, and explain a part of you wants to leave but another part of you knows that if you do, you will realize down the line you made the biggest mistake of your life, why do you have to do that? why do you allow me to justify my suspicious then take it all away by showing me you are nothing less then perfect?” – beckie