A misunderstanding

I don’t mind he said
I don’t mind, as he walked around the house nonchalantly
I’m not angry he said
I’m not angry as he stomped through the house, with his muddy boots on
knowing how much I hated anyone walking through the house with shoes on
I’m not jealous he said
I’m not jealous he repeated as he tore up our wedding pictures and let the pieces float to the floor
I’m not upset he said
I’m not upset as he threw teacup after saucer after vase against the wall
I know it was a misunderstanding he said
I know it was as he banged on the front door begging to let him back in
I’m sorry he said
I’m sorry he said as he cried into the telephone
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry