And I get it. I’m cold and calculated. I show no remorse or regret. Everything I do is to protect me.

But she can’t understand why. Why I would be so cruel and not to talk about it. But I know the bait. Calm one minute and suddenly I am the worst villain ever. I’m hurting her and I feel bad. Real bad. But that’s on me. It’s a lot of guilt to carry for trying to untangle a mess that a toxic mess created for the kids.