I am sorry

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."

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I have a foul temper when provoked. I can be a super bitch when angered. At times like this, I utter bitter words that I don't mean and behave rudely although I shouldn't have. When it's over I often deeply regret my actions although I never apologise. Instead, tears fill both my eyes and I feel like a thousand knives stabbing through my chest.

I am going to miss the meals you prepared and the motherly nag you gave me.

I am sorry, truly.