"I begged you to stop. I left you and you cried and I would take you back. You had changed until you didn't. Then you would cry and I would take you back. What do you think? Do you really think that people are just going to keep giving you second, fifth, and seventh chances?" "No. I really have changed. I am different this time. Something inside of me has realized I don't want to be a dumb drunk anymore...Wait. Are you telling me that we're not together because of who I was? Are you saying that my alcoholism is the reason we didn't work out?" "Why are you worried about that dumb shit for?! You're possibly going to prison. You're..." "Shut up. SHUT UP. I am not worried about that. You're married...we. are. done. There is no us. What I want to know is after all this time...after you told me it wasn't my fault...after you telling me that you were the one that couldn't have someone as 'perfect' as me...you're telling me now that I wasn't? I wasn't perfect? It was me all along?" sigh "I'm not saying that. I'm saying..." "Was it ME? The whole time? Was it me?" "You're addiction wasn't the only problem. It was a factor, but it wasn't the major factor." "Don't you think you should have told me this before now?" "I shouldn't have had to beg you to change. You should have seen it on your own..."