I can be even softer and more romantic than him, but the real reason you like me is because of my wild side. He’s a boyscout compared to me. I have rough edges, no shame, no fear, and the libido of a freshman in college. I’m also less judgemental and soap boxy than he is. Probably smarter too. And it’s not like I’m broke. I live comfortably with some disposable income. I’m spontaneous and forgiving and funny and better looking. I know I have my issues, but you know you want me and that you could have me at the snap of a finger. That’s why you can’t stop drinking. You can’t come to terms with the fact that even though he might be better than me on paper, you could easily like me a lot more if we spent some time together. You’re just scared of betraying him and being a bad person, but sometimes to follow your heart, to truly be happy, you have to hurt someone who might have not even done anything wrong. It’s not wrong to prioritize your happiness over his. He’ll survive. Will you if he abandons you when you’re older? I can actually marry you without either of us losing our income or health insurance. I want to have children with you when we’re older.