I can't remember if he said, "you and me" or if he said just "you."
"You and me were the destruction of my marriage," he tells me, although he qualifies it by saying that he didn't regret anything about us.
Later on, I will say to him, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." I would simultaneously think that he has also been the worst thing to ever happen to me, caused me the most pain in my life of anyone I've ever known, been the most difficult person to understand, left me with all these questions and doubts about life, about myself.
"No, you are the best thing that ever happened to you," he replies.
I put my head down and groan at this.
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