It has nothing to do with what I believe--then or now--it's what the hell the reasons could possibly be to justify basically tossing me out on my own with no backup and thinking it was a good idea.

[It's really funny. Just when she thinks that she might be getting to a point when she can calm down, he gives her another reason to flare up.

And why won't he just get angry? It's feels like she's the only one putting any effort into this argument. Or, well, anything lately.]

Don't you say that. Don't you dare say that. Until you started contradicting yourself at every turn, I never once doubted you--and when I begged you to stop, you shoved me away, and you nearly got us all killed.

So don't you ever dare say that I have no faith in your judgment.