You’re his best friend. He loves you. He gets you. He needs you. And I’m just… I’m just.. I’m his wife. I know I get the sex and the commitment and a life with him. But I want him to get me.
Well, do you blame me? I mean, he gets most of you. The straight you, the Catholic you, the girl who loves baby showers. I just get, you know, the gay you, which is really only about twenty minutes a night, not even since you just feel too fat to even let me touch you lately.
7x17 “This Is How We Do It”