You want me to keep that shit to myself, I'll keep it. This doesn't have to mean anything for you if you don't want it to, and we can just keep going on like we have been for the last two hundred years for all that's happening between us. You've still got me, I've still got you, and if more shit happens, then it happens. Does that work?
But we're moving in together so I can be with my kids. They're not gonna know me as some semi-absent prick they have to leave behind so they can go home at the end of the day.