I kicked you when you were down,

Having suffered a day at the mercy

Of the burdens of your psycho bitch boss.

I stacked a couple of extra bricks

On your shoulders,

When you came home.

So I could hissy-fit-rant-sulk

To appease my "real" manhood,

Exercise an empty authority.

A ghost.

Substance less,

Yet loud and furious

Pompous and spurious,

Spitting umbrage like a tempestuous toddler.

I'm sorry

For weaponizing guilt,

For making a bad day

Worse,

For not supporting

Or understanding you.

I

Am

Sorry.