She just had to let it all out.
She was yelling her head off in the kitchen. “You make out that you care, but you really don’t. I sometimes think you’re just some kind of control freak. To my knowledge you’ve never helped me to find a job, or figure out how to pay the rent. You’ve never really given a damn about my situation, have you?”
There was no response.
“No, you haven’t!”
There was silence.
“Have you ever considered the fact that you go on allowing bad things to happen? Of course you don’t! You’ve just let it all slide, haven’t you? How could you let things get into such a mess?”
The silence became deadly.
“Your lack of help would certainly have contributed to my ending up a single mother! Damn it! Let’s face it, as far as I’m concerned, you just don’t exist!”
In truth, she had been very rude. But, hey! God forgave her.