Well that was rough. He started crying while inside the bank. Then he began telling me how he spends his time alone, and I said I didn’t want to hear about it. He said why are you so mean to me? I told him I assume he’s talking to women and is seeing other women. Then outside the bank he burst into a flood of tears telling me how he never cheated except for the one time two years ago. Again I told him I’m not trying to be mean but I don’t want to hear it. Again I told him he must be talking to women. He scurried to his car in tears and drove away.

Ugh.