Fool Me 300 Times, Shame On Me

But I love you

No, you don’t, James. I don’t think you ever did.

Well that’s just bullshit. I did everything for you. I quit school for you and moved back home so that I’d be there for you when you graduated and we could come back to school together the next year. I lived with my drunken grandmother after my folks left. I did that for you. Shit would have been much easier for me had I just stayed.

And you’ve taken every opportunity to remind me how I ruined your life, although I never once asked you to do that.

Jenny. I-I can’t live without you. I won’t make it. I need you. Jesus. What do I have to do? Do you want me to get on the floor and beg? Get down on my knees and beg you?

Not at all. I just want us to be apart, James.

Jenny, please. Don’t. We can make this work.

How many times have we had this exact same conversation? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me 300 times, shame on me, I suppose. For myself and my self respect, I can’t listen to you anymore. You’re a liar. You’re just a liar.

What have I lied about?

I have to go.

No wait. Don’t get up. Tell me, Jenny. What did I lie about? Christ. What did I lie about?

James.

Tell me

Just a bit of advice. Next time you go out with the guys, logout of your accounts, alright?

Shit.