i realize that two months ago today i put you in a position you’re unprepared to occupy. i considered this dilemma for you before i let it happen; hence my acknowledgement: Not to be intrusive, but— but you let me intrude. were you too damn polite to say no? but now i’m here and you’re here, and i’m trapped. you’re not. you can still have out if you want it. you just fucking have to say so, instead of screwing with me by intermittently pretending to care. do you or don’t you? ‘cause i can’t trust my judgment anymore, and i don’t know who or what to trust now.