You told me you’re sorry that you had to leave me, for her. Because she needs you, and that she is going through a traumatic phase in life. You left me. I too, have my problems, I didn’t tell you, because I don’t want to make you worry, I didn’t want to have pity from anyone. Hence I kept it to myself. Please. I don’t want to have to go back to who I was before, I’m afraid; of myself actually. I’m afraid that I’ll completely lose it, to lose all my senses. That one traumatic incident is enough. I don’t need a repeat of that incident. Don’t ever tell me you’re sorry now, because I won’t believe you. I don’t fucking care if you decided to leave her, and return. I. DON’T. GIVE. A. DAMN.