"I handled it," he said softly, running a hand through his hair and wondering where to even start with this. He had gone over and over and over what he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to bring it up now that she was looking at him, about as broken as he was. He wasn't even sure he wanted to do this with her drunk, but it could be his only chance. She was telling him to leave, allowing him to say what he needed to say, and he needed to take what opportunities he could.
"I never meant to hurt you, Terry. I know that I didn't know is a poor excuse. I know that. But I didn't know. If I knew that touching our son would take him away from us, I wouldn't have done it. I wouldn't have stayed. I would have been out of there as fast as possible and you and him could have had the lives you deserved. You and Sean were more important than me. Your happiness was all I wanted, and I destroyed that. I know. I'm not going to get forgiveness from you now, and maybe I won't ever deserve it. I just needed you to know that I miss him too. I miss what we had, you and I, and the plans we had been making. There's just emptiness now, Terry, and I'm sorry I did that to you."