There was a line. You crossed it.
I'm sorry, but I hope she leaves you, and I hope you realize what a terrible fucking person you are, and I hope you know that once upon a time I had sympathy for you, but you killed that good and dead, because you are so far up your own ass, you are worse than Garrett ever was.
This is all on your head.
You don't ever fucking wish cancer on anyone, and especially not within earshot of me.
Do you even fucking KNOW what living with cancer is like? Do you know what the fuck it's done to my family, what it's fucking done to me personally?
You have no tact, no sense of decency, and quite frankly I wouldn't feel bad if you died. I feel bad for thinking like that, and I feel bad that you've pushed me this far, but I am done playing nice with you.
You've never seen me unleashed at someone, because I don't think I've hated someone like I hate you. Not Kayla at the height of her bitchiness, not Garrett at his most douchey, not my mother at her most harpy, not my father at his most fucking car stealing.
You are a waste of too much fucking space.