You said
(more than once)
it wasn’t your fault.
You said
it was the drink talking
it was your reptilian brain out of control
and it wouldn’t happen again.
You said
(on a regular basis)
it was actually my fault
and if I hadn’t
argued back
laughed
cried
made snide comments
shouted
gone quiet
looked at you in the wrong way
looked at your friend Terry in a different wrong way
cried
walked out of the room when you were talking
criticised you in front of your friends
flinched
made a fuss about nothing
cried
contradicted you
agreed with you even when it was obvious I didn’t
locked the bathroom door
crept about like a frightened little mouse
and cried for no reason
none of it would have happened.
I said
(at last)
N0
MORE
FUCKING
EXCUSES
But I’m not convinced you were able to hear much by then.