"Since it hurts you so much inside, if you have any grievances, just tell me. Is it my arrival that has turned your family into this mess? If you pin all the blame on me, won't your heart be happy and joyful?
You are clearly not the type of person to give up everything for your own selfish interests, so why do you cry for me? When I saw you cry for me, I thought I still had some place in your heart, that at least you were willing to shed a tear for me."
But now it seems that all of it was just my own delusional thinking. I've waited for you for so many years in vain, not even receiving a word of thanks from you, not a single apology, instead being met with pictures of you and your husband, affectionate and loving. How could I possibly find peace in my heart? Truthfully, everyone has their selfish side. I can't be so selflessly magnanimous; I can't just watch the woman I love, the woman I yearn for, be happy in another man's arms while I bless her in silence. I won't do it!