"Maybe, but I don't have the best manners myself." He takes a long drink as he considers how to answer that. "I thought we were, too. But I think we were wanting to be more suited than we really were. The catalyst for it was that he never grew comfortable with me having a second partner, but... He never felt he could confide in me, couldn't be fully honest with me. He couldn't let himself go around me. And I need whoever I'm with to feel able to do that so I can let go, too. There was never a real... feeling of comfort, I guess, that we had something that could really last. I kept doubting that I could ever satisfy him, and when it became clear that he'd been hiding things from me, well. We didn't have what I thought we had."