“Well, what do you want me to say?” he asks defensively. What do I want him to say? What the fuck do I want him to say? I want him to say he’s sorry for everything, sorry that he’s played with my emotions, sorry that he’s such an ass, that he leaves me alone for days without a single phone call, sorry that he’s made me into a person I don’t even recognize, that he’s eroded my self-confidence, sorry that he exists in my life! I don’t hear anything except silence on the other end. Oops, I must have said all that out loud.
