Don’t you get it? I don’t care anymore. I don’t have any interest in this anymore. It’s a chore. It’s a job that gives no pay. It’s not fun. You ruined it for me a long time ago. I’ve just been keeping on with it because I didn’t want to deal with your months-long inevitable b****-fest and guilt trip marathon should I tell you the truth. I know if I’m honest you’ll just turn it around and make me seem like the most horrible person in the world.

One of these days I’m going to tell you it’s got to stop. I’m already stressed enough with your s***.