Instead, Conor came home one Friday evening and he told me that he had quit his job that day, his dream job, and he said that he had quit his job because of me, because I had made him feel so safe and loved that he didn't need to prove himself on Wall Street anymore, and he just wanted to get out of the city and away from his abusive, dysfunctional family, and move to a tiny town in New England where he could start his life over with me by his side.
Nej, Conor kom hjem en fredag aften og sagde, at han havde sagt sit job op. Sit drømmejob. Han sagde, at det var på grund af mig: Jeg havde fået ham til at føle sig så tryg og elsket, at han ikke behøvede præstere noget på Wall Street mere. Han ville væk fra byen og sin voldelige, samspilsramte familie og flytte til en lille by i New England, hvor han kunne begynde forfra med mig ved sin side.