"What else is worth ditching our six-year relationship for if not this? Stephen, see, please don't take this too hard but we were never really going to work out in the first place! Besides, you never really liked to do the things that I wanted you to do. You were just too uptight and never wanted the same things I wanted. We were different in a lot of ways, so how were we even supposed to work out?!" She boldly asked, her initial fear completely gone now.
Confused, Stephen asked: "What do you mean by I never really liked to do the things that you wanted to do?"
"C'mon Stephen, do we have to do this? Do we have to go through this again, especially in public?" She rolled her eyes now. "Can't I just say: 'Stephen, I'm sorry for standing you up at the altar and breaking your fragile heart' so that we can get this done with and pretend we never happened?" She asked in a remorseless tone and from the way she sounded, she sounded as if he was irritating her and just wanted him gone at once but he was not willing to leave just yet.
"No, you can't just say you are sorry because a mere I'm sorry does not fix things!" He hissed.
"Then what do you want? Some kind of compensation? Will it make you feel better? I could go home and put in a good word about you to the Major and maybe he could just pay you off or something!"
Stephen was trying very hard not to lose his temper but his ex-fiancée’s apathetic behavior was really pushing him to the wall. "No, Susan, I don't want a favor nor a dime from the Major!" He said coldly. "What I really want is for you to say everything so that we can get all these done with! Tell me how we were never really compatible!" Stephen refused to be dissuaded from pressing further.
She gave him a look for a moment then said: "Fine, if that's what you want, Second Lieutenant Stephen Michaels." She deliberately emphasized his title in a demeaning tone. "One, you are just too soft for me. I mean, soldiers are supposed to be big mean brutes, harsh, terrifying, intimidating and all, but you are just a big softie and it makes me sick!
Whenever we go out, you don't even command respect because you want to keep your military identity secret! You let people walk all over you all in the name of being kind! Do you know how many times I've tried to frustrate or provoke you so that you get all furious and hit me? But no, all you do is scold and pamper me afterward!
You have never even slapped me, not to talk of hitting me for once. I mean, I even went as far as insulting your mother in your presence but you just couldn't hit me. Instead, you just grabbed your keys and went on a long drive! You are just not man enough, Stephen. I don't think being in the army really suits you, you should be a vet or in some profession that requires softies but definitely not in the Nigerian army! It doesn't suit you one bit!"