You fucking left me. You abandoned me. With her. And with those changes. And I was coming apart at the seams trying not to lose myself. Trying not to hurt everyone around me. And then you were back but...I couldn't. You loved Letha. And she was gone. And all you had was the memory of how she was. And we had to protect Nadia. And then she was gone. And Miranda. And Norman was dead. And Shelley was...she was a fucking shell of herself. And you were all I fucking had. I couldn't lose you too. And I knew that I would if you knew.
Please. You have to understand. I couldn't tell you. I hated myself enough without you hating me too.