'Okay, you know what Mark? Fuck you. Why can't you ever get the fact that I'm so fucking over you, that I don't need you anymore, or even that I never needed you? I thought I loved you, I really did. But you know what, the first time I saw Joanne, the first fucking time, I realized that I didn't love you. You were just something safe for me, and I've never been a big fan of being safe. That's all you were to me. Safe.'

Mark was livid, 'Oh, don't you give me that shit, Maureen. You know, I'm poor as fuck, but I'm not delusional. I know you loved me, and I can tell that you still do. Joanne is just a phase. You'll come back to me when she gets bored with you and leaves.'

'Mark, get this through that thick head of yours: I DON'T FUCKING LOVE YOU,' Maureen suddenly got quiet, 'And I never did. I never will. Joanne, I love Joanne. Not you. I love Joanne more than life itself. Not you. I want to spend the rest of my life with Joanne, not you. I want to have kids with Joanne, not you.'

She walked to the door of the loft, 'Face it, Mark, I've never been yours, only hers.'

And with that, Maureen walked out of the loft. She began to walk towards the only other place she'd called home. Joanne's apartment.