Peaches, that's not how it fucking works and you know it, yeah? shit doesn't go back. the two of you are the most fucking high school bullshit adults I know, aside from fucking Marina. you because you finally fucking had feelings and got rejected and him, because he fucking finally had feelings and remember he was being haunted by his shitty ghost wife. it's got nothing to do with fucking me. or Jake.
the kid will figure out his shit. he doesn't have to like his fucking dad, either way, yeah?
you should be able to see the baby though. she's yours too, not just his—not his and Lore's, whatever the fuck he thinks. fucking tell him that. maybe he'll hate you for it, but whatever, yeah? I just fucking sit here and watch everyone do their shit and I'm supposed to keep the fuck quiet about it. Peaches, you're not happy. you think you are, maybe, in your fucking dresses, but you're hurt about the baby and shit, but you won't say shit. you want it to go back. it can't. maybe you'll fucking wish for it. I fucking wouldn't. fuck that. Graham wants to live in his fucking ghost marriage, let him, yeah? let yourself be fucking sad or whatever. see your kid when you want to. and then get the fuck over it because you're what now? 25? I'm not saying your shit isn't real but I'm saying time moves forward, not back, and the effect will be the fucking same.
you know why I wouldn't go the fuck back or whatever?