You don’t get to call me not needed ever again. You don’t touch money that belongs to me. You don’t use me as your emotional target and then cry when I stop absorbing the hits. You apologize. Really apologize for what you did, and not because you’re embarrassed, because you finally understand that it was wrong.”
Her eyes filled with tears again.
For a second, I thought she might actually say, “I’m sorry,” and mean it.
Instead, she straightened.
“I don’t deserve to be spoken to like this,” she snapped,
