I'm so sorry. I should just leave and it would all go away.

I am so sorry.
I'm sorry that when I try to help I make things a trillion times worse.
I'm sorry that I've caused you boys to lose an entire extended family segment from your lives,
and mum, I'm sorry I've caused you to lose them as well.
I'm sorry that you might as well not have a brother or godsons or anything anymore, at least "not while Sophie is living under the same roof as you".
I'm sorry that you changed who my godfather was.
Because I'd rather the old one I've never met any day.
Gran and Pa, I'm so so sorry that I've torn our family apart.
That, because of me, there will never again be family get togethers, not with us all.
I'm so sorry you might lose the farm.
And stand a chance of losing your son and daughter.
Just fuck.
I can't do anything right.
I finally take a stand the right way, in person, and for it, I am never able to see my cousins again.
You can go to hell.
And you can perish under the resentment you will gain from your children over the years.