No, you don’t get to spite me, you weren’t a saint either. Just because I’m the one who said the words, I’m the bad guy. We needed it for both of us because of things we both did, not just me. I hurt too, this isn’t easy for me either, you’ve done things that have made me cry too, and now you’re just trying, and succeeding, at making it worse. And now I’m mad, but I guess it makes it easier.
