Text: husband ❤️
Ror: you know exactly what you're doing Ian. You're dismissing me. Making me feel like shit. Stop it. Come out here it don't, that's up to you but don't treat me like I'm nothing more than something you've trodden on. You're supposed to love me
Ian: you know, maybe it's not surprising because I've already tried, but I feel like telling you that I want to kill myself should warrant a little more than 'oh we're past that'. No, we're not. I'm not. It's the ONLY thing that's been on my mind for a while and I'm sorry that it's so inconvenient. I don't like being dismissed either. But sure. I'll stop. I won't do anything.