I hurt people, even when I don’t always mean to. I don’t want to hurt anyone the way Dad hurt us—the way he hurt Mom. But I can’t help it. Maybe I’m too much like him. Because I say things and do things and I never know how to take them back. Sometimes I don’t even know I want to, until too much time has passed. It’s hard to apologize right away. It’s even harder to apologize later on, because then you have to relive arguments all over again.
