Hello, goodbye

I'll cry instead

"Paul, stop," I said, and he continued to argue with me.
"Come on! You gave George a second chance! Just one date, I beg of you," Paul pleaded, and George looked to me for my answer.
"Paul, no," I said sternly, but he just wouldn't give up. He kept following me around like a lost puppy while I was cleaning up the studio a bit, and I finally snapped. I turned to him and shouted.
"Paul! It's never going to work out because I'm pregnant! Alright? Happy now?" I asked angrily, and he looked like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.
"Are you really?" He asked, and I nodded. There was no point in trying to cover my tracks now. Luckily the rest of the lads were out for lunch.
George suddenly appeared at my side, "don't tell anyone please Paul, for me," he begged, and Paul nodded, his mouth still open in shock.
"You're secret is safe with me. And I'm really sorry, Rose," he apologized, and I felt a bit bad for blowing up on him like that, but I just nodded.
"Thank you," I said, and George looked at me with a mad look on his face.
"Can we have words outside?" He said through gritted teeth, and I nodded and followed him outside.
"Why did you tell him?" He shouted, and I took a deep breath.
"Because I just... kind of blew up. I didn't think of what I was doing, I'm so sorry," I apologized, but he was still angry.
"You should have at least talked to me about it first! He could tell everyone, our family could be in jeopardy!" He shouted, and I just turned and walked back inside, the cold air stinging my face as I turned.
"Rose!" He yelled after me, but I kept walking. When he grabbed my arm, I turned to him and held back tears.
"Just stop, George! I'm sorry that I ruin everything! I'm sorry that I make your life harder than it needs to be! I'm sorry that I can't be who you want me to be! I'm sorry that we argue all of the time! Im sorry that I'm never enough! I'm sorry, okay? Now just let me go!" I shouted, and I pulled away from his grasp. He looked dumbfounded and just let me walk away. That was the first of many times that George Harrison failed me. The first of many times he let me walk away. The first of many times he broke my heart.
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Okay guys, this is about to get real depressing, real quick. So you'd better grab your tissues cause yeah... you might need them....