If he is not going anywhere in life, then look him straight in the eyes and inform him that you are not going anywhere with him either.

He let me go so suddenly I staggered. ‘So you settled for respectable dullness, Angel, while I settled for—’
‘Disreputable excitement!’ I finished for him, rather tartly. ‘And I don’t know why you think my life is dull – especially since we moved here.’ (That was true at least!) ‘Anyway, I’d rather have dullness than be a hanger-on on the fringes of the sort of life you lead.’
‘You know nothing about the sort of life I lead.

I'm not straight up and down. I have curves.

I know it's so 'in' to be blase, but that's not going to get you anywhere.

The reason gold-diggers trivialize
relationships is because they do not know love,they only know money.

I like my hands. They're certainly scarred up, but they're wormy. They're knuckly. They're hands that have done stuff, and they're not going anywhere.