Abomination
You're not angry with me. You won't even look at me. I wish you'd direct that hatred at me instead of him. It's not his fault he cheated on you, it's mine.
He crumples under your gaze. Already I see tears in his eyes. He's trying so hard not to cry. My heart twists in knots as you continue to scream at him, and all I can think about is how much I'd love to punch you in your stupid face. How could you say those things to him? Look at him, he's not proud!
Your kids are peeking around the corner. You don't notice. They're upset too. Can you please calm down?
He came here to be honest with you, but at this rate, I might as well just take him back with me. We'll take your kids too. It wouldn't bother me one bit to rip them from your arms.
Now he's really crying. He's blubbering.
"I'm sorry," slips out after every sentence. But the worst part is, he's not sorry. And neither am I.