No, you donât get it. I need it to be over. I need it to be over because I canât take this anymore. ⊠I waited. I mean, god, I waited. Itâs like he is driving a car, okay, and I just want to be in the passengerâs seat. But heâs locked the door, and and so I have to hold onto the bumper, you know? Iâm not even asking him to open the door for me. Just leave it unlocked and say, âcome in.â But no, he didnât do that, so Iâm hanging onto the bumper, and life goes on, and the car goes on, and I get really badly bruised and hitting potholes. And it hurts. I mean, it hurts. So yesterday I had to let go of the bumper because it hurts too much. It hurts too much.