Ed: On our first date, it was like you were interviewing me. Not so much for the soulmate position or lover but rather father, the stable provider. Abigail was ripped apart, and you were determined to fix that. To not make the mistake of going down the lust path again, you had a certain criteria, and I checked all the boxes, so you made the sound, practical choice. It's not something I couldn't make peace with. I did. But then you got unsound. You decided to make impractical choices, one being to fuck Joseph Bachman, which left me with the most difficult choice of all -- to walk out with my dignity or to stay with a woman who I simply cannot trust. Madeline: You can trust me to love you more deeply than I've ever loved anybody. Can you trust me not to fuck things up again? Maybe not. I don't know if I can trust myself with that. I didn't trust my parents' marriage, and the one I had with Nathan was not to be believed. And I don't know what it is. I don't. Maybe it's some unconscious, preemptive thing where I want to be the destroyer, not the destroyer. I don't understand, and I rack my brain about it, but I... Cause all I really want is to be married to you. Just happily married to you. But I must have low self-esteem, or I fucking hate myself or something because look what I've done. If I fuck up again, it will not be with infidelity. I give you my word. All my future mistakes will be brand new ones.