"I thought you would understand!"
"That I would understand what? That you didn't want to go home to me anymore? So now you won't even go to your children's birthday part–"
"It would have been awkwa–"
"Awkward! It would have been awkward? Is that your half-assed excuse for missing out on your children's lives for thirteen years! I understood that we weren't meant to be, that our relationship was so fucking toxic I couldn't say I love you without it tasting sour, but I will never understand why you made our children grow up without knowing their father."
"They knew who I was!"
"Like hell they knew! The saw you on the news going to prison but they never saw you in real life. But that doesn't matter to you does it? Because you got your freedom from marriage and parenthood to go off and got into gang fights that would build a reputation, neglecting your responsibilities."
"This isn't what I came home for."
"What did you expect? A nice warm welcoming? Your–no my–children parading around their so-called-"father"?"
"I–"
"Well news flash Michael! You don't deserve that. You don't deserve your reputation, you don't deserve this home, and you sure as hell don't deserve this family."
"Jay, I–"
"Shut up. Go. Just go."
