Now that I’m trying to figure out what I really want to do for the rest of my life, it’s only going to get worse for us. One part of me wants the future with you, with the house and the car and the kids, but the rest is screaming that being with me has already ruined your life, what more now that I’ve got nothing to contribute? I’m not the successful, confident man that you thought I was going to be when we met.