(…)
“It’s the thing she does with her neck. The fucking thing, you know? She does this…this neck tilt thing and she winks at me when she does it. Winks at me! Can you believe it? I mean, who winks anymore, right? Anyway, that’s why I can’t let her go. The whole thing with the neck and the fact that I’m crazy about her. That’s why. She’s a terrible person, really. Just awful. Just, just, just, soul crushing sometimes, the way she talks to me. I know that. And she makes me feel small and…I guess undignified would be the word, wouldn’t it? But I don’t care. I don’t care if she tells me how much of a failure I am every day of my life, if that means I get to spend it with her.”
“I get it.”
“You do, huh. What do you think you get?”
“What you’re saying. That we can’t choose who we love, that love isn’t all about happiness, that it’s about being with the right person and that right doesn’t necessarily mean perfect or even good. You’re saying how you feel about them is more important than how they make you feel.”
“You’ve got it all wrong already, son.”
“But-“
“What I’m saying is that I married a sadistic, needy whore and I can’t even imagine life without her anymore because she has eaten away at my self-confidence like a ravenous zombie. Love has nothing to do with it. I’m a sorry excuse for a man, just look at me! She’s right when she says that…
I’m saying, you need to be careful. How they make you feel is the only thing that’s important. You’re young. You don’t look half bad. Be with women who make you feel invincible. Smart, honest, beautiful women who can cook. Treat them well. Sooner or later you will love one of these women and she will love you back and then you’ll understand what a fucking terrible idea it was to ask me for advice.”
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