No he doesn't! Why, Damned, does he say he loves me when he never honors my requests or even listens to my distress anymore? I am dying here, and he tries to give me love? I don't want love; I want vindication. I want him to get on his knees before me and tell me he's sorry for the way he's treated me these four years, that he'll make it right, and that he'll give me everything he's held back from me. Do you realize that because of him I've never had any friends who love me the way I need to be loved? Do you realize that because of him people hate me and slander my reputation behind my back?
I HATE HIM!
("I love you, son.")
No you DON'T! It's because of YOU that my life hurts so bad! It's because of YOU that I want to die! It's because of you that I have almost killed myself again and again and again and again and again.
'then why don't you just go ahead and do it? come on, get this over with. the sooner the better. you're looking at your escape. do this and then you will be vindicated. doesn't it look appealing?'
