Please stop telling me that you like me because I make him happy, then tell him everything I did wrong the second I leave. I'm not perfect, I'm going to make mistakes, but I'm really trying and I wish you could appreciate that. I know you're going to make him choose soon, and it'll break my heart when he chooses his family, as he should. I hope he finds that perfect girl, I really do, but I'm afraid no one will live up to your standards, and you'll make him miserable the rest of his life. Please just stop.