Another Saturday Night

Come Meet My Family

Do you remember when life was simple?
My life was never simple.
Never?
Never.
If thats true then I pity you, but the fact of the matter is that I dont believe you. I dont believe a word you say and I havent for quite a very long time.
You believe that I love you. Dont you?
Not for one second do I believe that.
Then tell me, why do I stay with you?
Youre afraid, thats why. Admit it. But you wont cause youre a fucking liar.
Im afraid of what?
See. It starts. Go away.
Tell me. Go ahead and tell me. What am I afraid of?
Youre afraid that if we break up youll never find another woman to put up with you.
Thats bullshit.
If its bullshit then why dont you prove it by leaving?
I love you. I dont want to leave you.
How can you love someone who treats you like I do? Have you no self respect?
I know that youre just putting on an act. I know that you dont mean those things that you say.
Youre not listening, are you?
Yes I am. Youre telling me that you love me, youre just using different words than I do.
I DONT LOVE YOU. I DONT LOVE YOU. I DONT LOVE YOU. Do you hear me?
Yes, I hear you, but I know what you really mean.
What do I really mean?
You long for the days when life was simple. I understand. When you love someone you understand. See?
Life was never simple. I dont love you. I dont understand you and you certainly dont understand me. Can I be any clearer than that?
Do you feel like Chinese or Italian tonight?
Italian.
Me too.

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