You love your job with him? Or him? You regret marrying me?
I don't know about my priorities, Kirsty. I surely don't know. It's like a, a splinter in my head that I can't pull out. I can go into other people's heads and move the furniture, but I can't do it my own head. I just end up trapped in the damn rooms. Fuck, I'm not making any sense to anyone sane.