Lady Hayleigh

You were my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first love. I’m only twenty. Do you remember that? You think I am more mature than my mother at forty nine. I’m not. I may be mature for my age…but I still want to be free. I don’t want you to lecture me on what not to do and to do. We might as well already have been married twenty years. But if this is married life, I want nothing of it. You don’t love me anymore. And you know something? I don’t love you either.