I know this is goodbye and I’m sorry I was not the one to make you happy. If your heart says you must love another, then I can only give you hugs and wish you all the best.
I know you want the liberalism, I know you want romance and I know you want to be who you want to be. I know you want to flirt with the Irish and the Welsh. But we have children to look after Zing, millions of them. As much as I want to give you what you want, I have to be concerned that this house that we build, will continue to be shelter, safety, security and that they’re all cared for.
Not all my children like to eat vegetables and swallow vitamins – but I know that they must. Even if they spit it back at me. Sometimes I have to deny them the ice cream, chocolates, and sometimes I have to use the rod… but really, I mean no harm. It hurts me as much as it hurts you.
It’s not just about “survival” or “economics”… we all want the best for our children and I do try. Really, I do try. But there are times that I cannot do what I cannot do. I hope the least that you’ll understand that.
This house is crowded. I know. Transport is a bitch. I know. Our expenses are rising. I know. I’m trying to find a way to fix these things without causing damage.
I’m a 193 years old. I’ve only gotten things going 47 years ago. But you, you’re young. You’re 20 and you have a whole life ahead of you.