Go from one upset to another.
Don’t keep score.
Do not try to recall past upsets.
Just feel each present upset.
The damage has already worked its’ magic.
The heart no longer seeks a tender response. It knows.
That is not within the remit.
Nor does it hold any authentic sway.
Grand apologies lead only to worse.
Don’t cry. Those tears, that softness, that vulnerability is what got you into this mess.
A shovel may be a better tool to get out of this alive.