He's done... a lot of fucked up shit, and I feel like I've been a hell of a lot more understanding than most people would be. It's how we work, how we've always worked, but part of the reason why it does is that I rarely feel like I wasn't a factor in the decisions he makes.

It's been a long times since he's done something to really hurt my feelings, like this. I don't really know what to do with myself, now that he has.

I cough out a laugh, finally, words slow and deliberate when I say, "I watched you die on the kitchen floor not three fuckin' months ago, and you did this to fuckin' show off to someone?"