I’m sorry you can’t see past your rosary.

I’m “sorry” that your daughter isn’t what she’s “supposed to be”.

I’m sorry you can’t see the harm that you’ve done.

I’m sorry that I didn’t have the sense to run.

I’m sorry you can’t see the flaws in the blind faith you hold.

I’m sorry that you’ve never once doubted what you've been told.

I’m “sorry” that I have the strength to be who I am.

I’m sorry your children’s parents are so awful, I mean godd*mn.

I’m sorry that I let you get to me.

I’m sorry that your cruel actions have yet to set me free.

I’m sorry you will never know what real love looks like.

I’m sorry that the only love you will ever know is a controlling,

idiotic husband and an empty shell of a housewife.

I’m not sorry that I know what love to supposed to be.

I’m not sorry for loving your daughter, and neither is she.