"You wouldn't know, you haven't been around to ask me of late how I feel," she bit out, pulling away. "You're talking and talking and complaining about your sister, and then you go off on a whim without so much as a fare-thee-well, Pony. And you're always talking about plans this and plans that, but you were already welcome to get a start with my grandmother and me. Do you honestly think I would have allowed you to park your cart in front of my house and let all the neighbors see if I didn't have feelings for you?" And then she pulled away.

"You want to lay out plans but you don't want to follow through because you're too busy being angry at Karen. By the way, I went to her wedding to help, and I can tell you right now that her husband loves her so much you can feel it radiating from a mile away. Stop... planning everything and live for the moment, for fuck's sake. And stop running away every time you're angry." She was crying now in her anger and hurt. "I don't want or need -ANY- man, I need YOU." With that, she whirled around again, crossing her arms but not leaving. "I don't care about your past, I care about you, and you make me so mad sometimes," she said over her shoulder. "I like it better when you aren't bitching about her and how -she- hurt -you-. You hurt her too. You are so confused about what it means to love that you have this idea that it's supposed to be planned out or something. Is it because your father was a swine? Because from where I stand, you're using him as an excuse to try and be controlling of the things you have no control over."