Wylie stood up and walked away for a second, shoulders slumped and eyes down at the floor. He finally turned around, a frustration in his eyes that said somethign much deeper was going on in his head. He shook his head, giving up entirely, trying to hold it down as the muscles in his face tensed into a snarl. He'd always had a bit of a temper.
"I want you to kick me out so you can move on!" he yelled finally. "I want to not have to feel like I'm constantly letting someone down and know that you can find someone else that will treat you better because I won't. I know that and as much as I want to be there for you and be that guy that support and love you, it won't work that way. I may love you, I may want to support you, but I'll make it worse. Your life intertwined with mine will mean pain. And I can't change that about myself no matter how hard I've tried. So yes, you are better off without me and I can't explain that to you because you haven't seen the hurt, angry, broken side of me. Not yet. Not like you think."
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Date: 2011-05-01 01:26 am (UTC)"I want you to kick me out so you can move on!" he yelled finally. "I want to not have to feel like I'm constantly letting someone down and know that you can find someone else that will treat you better because I won't. I know that and as much as I want to be there for you and be that guy that support and love you, it won't work that way. I may love you, I may want to support you, but I'll make it worse. Your life intertwined with mine will mean pain. And I can't change that about myself no matter how hard I've tried. So yes, you are better off without me and I can't explain that to you because you haven't seen the hurt, angry, broken side of me. Not yet. Not like you think."