First day back home

I was and I an angry but why it to whom was I angry at was a question I could never answer. I could never tell him, I would feel worse but he needs to know and I wanted to tell. I just didn't know how because I knew the questions that would follow by. And I knew I could never answer. 

To say that I'm probably mad at myself would be cliche but possibly true. But then again I don't feel it. I don't feel anger towards myself. The things I did was never a mistake because I had a reason behind everything. 

Angry at him? I could never. Maybe at first I was but he did sound sorry and I can't stay angry at him forever. Even when I sound like I do. 

At her? I do but that's just not it. I don't have the right to but I do. I've apologized and now she has to do her part. But she isn't and I guess that makes me furious.