Another Saturday Night

Do you remember when life was simple?
My life was never simple.
Never?
Never.
If that’s true then I pity you, but the fact of the matter is that I don’t believe you. I don’t believe a word you say and I haven’t for quite a very long time.
You believe that I love you. Don’t you?
Not for one second do I believe that.
Then tell me, why do I stay with you?
You’re afraid, that’s why. Admit it. But you wont’ cause you’re a fucking liar.
I’m afraid of what?
See. It starts. Go away.
Tell me. Go ahead and tell me. What am I afraid of?
You’re afraid that if we break up you’ll never find another woman to put up with you.
That’s bullshit.
If it’s bullshit then why don’t you prove it by leaving?
I love you. I don’t want to leave you.
How can you love someone who treats you like I do? Have you no self respect?
I know that you’re just putting on an act. I know that you don’t mean those things that you say.
You’re not listening, are you?
Yes I am. You’re telling me that you love me, you’re just using different words than I do.
I DON’T LOVE YOU. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I DON’T LOVE YOU. Do you hear me?
Yes, I hear you, but I know what you really mean.
What do I really mean?
You long for the days when life was simple. I understand. When you love someone you understand. See?’
Life was never simple. I don’t love you. I don’t understand you and you certainly don’t understand me. Can I be any clearer than that?
Do you feel like Chinese or Italian tonight?
Italian.
Me too.