Willing to accept, but a bit disconcerted.

You get in your car, start it up, head for the first of two grocery stores you plan to shop at before you go home to drop off your groceries and change into your work clothes. As your superb driving skills kick in automatically, you try to figure out your mixed feelings about Ryan’s very likely proposal of marriage.

You do want to marry Ryan, and the disgust of that little core of your former self at marrying another man is deliciously kinky. So what’s the problem? You try to think more like your former self, and realize that what’s left of him is bitterly envious of Ryan!

Why does he get to marry Carrie? his thought goes. I never got to have a girlfriend that hot, and he gets to be her husband? You giggle your own Carrie giggle, and think Silly boy! He gets to marry me, but you get to be me! Much better! I think you’re just in a bad mood because you’re horny and I don’t jill off. (The thoughts are all yours. There aren’t two personalities in your pretty head, just your old self’s way of thinking, and the very much dominant Carrie way of thinking.)