Exactly. Who better to know who I'm really in love with? And I only had sex with Anne the one time, under difficult circumstances. And I cried because she wasn't you.
I haven't moved on. You want me to. You've told me that. But I haven't. She doesn't make me happy. Not the way you do. You're my family, Hattie. You're my life. You're my driver. I want someone to grow old with, not someone who's just a fling to stave off the loneliness.
I told you to mind your own business because you told me to move on and find someone else, and yet there you were. So here I am. Telling you the truth, like it is.