Part of the problem is, I don't know where I fit in his life.

Gina, I don't think you fit. I think you're an object in his life. Something good to come around to. You don't fit anywhere but where he can find a space to fit you in. You only fit when it is easy for you to fit. Nothing more but probably a lot less. Whenever you talk to me about him you seem to be at the bitter end of the stick. Maybe I don't see you often enough when you're happy.

I don't know, Will... I really don't know.