Chocolate

"Do you even see us going anywhere, Bruce?"

"Bruce?"

"Why are you always pestering me about this, Millie? God just let it go, please."

"Your mother called me last night. She told me that she wanted you to get married, and

soon. You want to know the other funny thing about it? She told me that she hoped it

wouldn't be to me! Now tell me if you still want this to happen."

"You should stop listening to my mother."

"I will when you do."

"Bruce look at me. Bruce, look at me. Just tell me that we're okay, please."

"Let it go, Millie."

"No! I will not. I left my work for you, goddamnit. I stayed home and I kept house and I

played the perfect little girlfriend so don't you fucking tell me to let it go. Tell me if I'm

wasting my time because god fucki..."

"Okay then, yes. You are wasting your time. You're wasting mine and you're wasting

everyone else's."

"Wha-?"

"I mean seriously. Do you really think I'd marry you? Do you not see yourself in the

mirror? Do you not hear yourself speak? I hate you. I hate your mother and I hate that

she's been on my fucking back to marry you since day one."

"Oh my g-god."

"It's over. Do me a favour and tell your mother to lay off it, too."