Alright then. You still slinking around this place? You wanna talk about something?
What is it that you want, man? I treat you nicely, nothing. I give you your freedom, and you will not desist, and let me live my own life!
You want me? I love you. I adore you. I understand there's something about me that makes life give me a man without enough balls to even call me by name (cats treat Meow Mix better!) or leave a stupid bitch he admittedly cares nothing about because *A BUNCH OF PEOPLE HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT MIGHT DISLIKE HIM* and call him a bad man. Oh no. Guess what? Now, a bunch of people whom you don't know or care about are going to know all about it, because you picked here to address me. By the wrong fucking name, and title, I might add. At the very least, it is not "Zatanna" who shows up for you. She doesn't come when you call out.
You think they'll hate you? Despise you? They'll place the "seal of badness" upon thee, and thou shalt not be welcome? THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT HATE IS, because they haven't seen it in my f*ing eyes. That stupid whore and her WHOLE FAMILY and all of her friends and whoever the hell else who has something to say about what you want, and what I want, and what I'd have done can kiss my ass. I'll address them personally, if you like. I arrive back in the US May 15th. I have business, then I'll march right up there, rip their doors down, and explain to them what a low-life, scum sucking cess pool their "family" is, and what a whore her parents raised. I make grown men WEEP, don't think I can't do a number on that party! Only gods forbid you stand up and protect me for once!
They'd rather keep you miserable than see you happy? You think I didn't notice that? You think I didn't see the face you were making in those pictures? She put them up for the world to see! NO ONE NOTICED YOUR FACE!! You're miserable! It's like you're DARING someone, anyone, to notice that's not a smile. They don't even look at you. They think it's a nice picture, in fact. Congratulations. You sold out your girl for a house of wax.
Not to mention... They happen to be pictures of you having robbed your sweetheart's emotional piggy bank because you had nothing else to pay your whore with. But it all crumbled because whores have no jewels. They cannot sustain them.
That's not a marriage. Here's an idea: get the hell away from her, and anyone else who doesn't really like you all that much. You don't even have to be happy with me. Go and be happy with yourself, or find new friends who treat you better. But if you want me, you'll have to be a new man from now on. That's your choice.
Dear forum patrons: There are lessons and value in all things. If it pleases you, take this lovely little scenario as a painting from which art can be derived. A living tarot card, maybe. By the way, I have a cheap copy of Liber Falxifer III from Ixaxaar for sale, nice condition. PM if interested.