I love you, but I tried to tell you. I tried to tell you that you couldn’t afford the rent on that house. I knew she wasn’t going to help you pay it. You wanted a smaller, cheaper place. Why did you get a bigger, costly place? It makes no sense. I can’t pull you out of trouble anymore. I’ve got my own bills and worries.

You’re expecting me to give you some of my husband’s tax returns, aren’t you?

I’m sorry, we can’t… we just can’t.