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Maisy Marcus (middlem) wrote in darkdividerpg,

"I've dealt with the press most of my life, I know what the signs are. I am not going to stop joking around with Max or about Max. Give me a little credit to know when I need to keep my mouth shut." She just shook her head, annoyed at how little he was understanding how this worked. No one would buy Max being in Riker's, being a Hells Angel, or knocking Emma up. Everyone knew better. No story like that would fly. He was going to have to ease up if they were going to get anywhere. "I'm not censoring my speech now, when I never have before. I'm not starting it now because you're feeling hyper vigilant."

"It's not about how you talk to my family, it's about how I introduced the idea to my family, why don't you get that?! I don't care how I talk to my family, why would I care about how you do? What's important, though, is letting me feel like I'm ready to talk to them about it. Most of the things we do have been we things, but this is very much a me thing, because it's my family, and I'm the one that has to deal with it. I'm the one that has to bring the idea to them, and they can't stand me! You think I want them to know about the one thing that I thought actually mattered after six days so they can start sticking their noses in and dissecting it and my behavior? You're not listening to me, and I don't think you will when it comes to this. I can't make you understand because you're convinced I'm wrong and that I'm trying to somehow hide you. It isn't about trust, I wouldn't have even told you who they were if I didn't trust you. It's about you trusting me to know what I need to do for this to work between me and my family. And you don't. The introduction was the only thing I needed to handle, and you don't get it. I needed to do this my way because I fucking love you and you don't fucking deserve their goddamn scrutiny or snooping into your life. Do you want them to start sifting through your background and finding things out? Do you want them watching every move? Because if this isn't done right, that's what will happen, but instead of trusting me to know how this needed to go, you decided you knew better before saying more than ten words to my brother, after I told you how complicated things were. I can't believe you'd even THINK I wanted to control how you spoke to anyone, least of all my family. You just don't want to listen."