I really fucking hope that I’m not going to still be giving these little pep talks on our fortieth anniversary, you know, if we could ever decide on a date or how long we’ve been together.
I don't know wether to laugh or cry, I love that sentence.
and this one:
Well, actually, I know how it happened. Brian’s happy. Brian hates being happy; it makes him anxious and dangerous. So now we’re both happy which means I’m fucking walking on eggshells and waking up to see him brooding almost every night… although I think he’s figured out that I don’t like to see it. He does it in another room now. I’m not sure if that’s progress. I don’t think it is.
I love your Justin voice. Thank you very much for this story. :) &hearts