Uhhhhh

Man…
That’s some serious self indulgence.
He’s so self-absorbed to the point of self pity…
All you could’ve done was to tell her—right from the very beginning, you could’ve made it clear to Anette why you’re being ao hurtful towards her.
You kept it from Anette, you never let her in on your suffering, and you dare accuse her of not trying to understand you?
Sissy ass dude you are…

P.S. I know that the author wanted to portray an imperfect man, so I’m simply expressing my thoughts as a bystander.