separation anxiety

He told me that it's time to leave - not really leave, - it was more like move on.

"For who?" I asked. "You? I get that you have to leave, I mean move on. It's always like this. Every time we go through it, I'm miserable for the rest of the day. But what about me? Do you have any idea how much money I've spent on shrinks - how much time I've spent searching for the way to get over the inevitable torture I go through almost every day, not to mention the days you just don't even show-up at all?

"Im sorry, I'm truly sorry. I've never meant to make you feel as if . . ."

"Feel what? I'm tired of hearing that, falling for that line - desperate to believe it then watching you slink off. Just take your bag and go. I followed you yesterday."

"You what? I told you never to follow me. I told you what we have is special and you can trust me. And now I find out that you followed me - like you don't trust me?"

"All this time I thought what you had was just for me, but I then saw you - I saw the way you looked at that little chippie Mrs.Mrs. Merkin when you delivered her mail. Don't tell me you haven't been slipping her extra coupons too."