getting home and being able to take off your pants more like
I’m sorry that I have hurt you. But you hurt me first, repeatedly, over the course of 3 years. I’m not sorry that I’m thinking about myself and I’m not sorry that I left because I wasn’t happy. I’m sorry you hurt and you think you’re the victim in this whole thing. I took care of you for three years and now it’s time to take care of myself.
Me: “Why is your brother crying?”5yo: “I bumped my hand on the ground!”Me: “That’s why he is crying?”5yo: “I also hit him in the face.”