I don’t want to hear how pathetic the two of you are. I’m not pissed or bitter or anything. I just don’t want to hear what you are becoming. I feel bad, not guilty, but bad because I know you are better than that and yet you’re letting circumstances decide on your life. Maybe I just want to remember you as the guy who I fell in love with — the guy I thought could carry the world on his shoulders, my Atlas. But maybe you’re not Atlas anymore. Maybe you’re someone else but to me, you will always be Atlas. So please, stop being pathetic and man up!