Entitlement to the apology likes to cry - O woe is me woe is me! Hiding behind a stonewall tree - your past and my present raise their fists in triumph while my heart crumbles, bits of strength scattering on the kitchen floor, while gallons of the best coffee merely stream by the waste line. Thoughts blipping - nausea-inducing twitches tripping the haywires. I'm ready to escape now. I don't want to stay with the part of you that refuses to be wrong.