He wanted to make me happy, but he didn't do some things that would have made me happy. I'd have loved it if he'd allow me to be me, and at the same time talk to me and think for himself. But he loved me, and couldn't stop thinking about me, even when he got drunk, and I have no idea what he even sees in me. I asked him one day and he told me because I'm intelligent. But I really wanted to hear that he thought i was beautiful.