Angry with you

I am angry with you, because you kept us poor, constantly on the edge, poorer than we needed to be, with your gambling and drinking.
I am angry with you, because you boosted your self esteem, by shredding mine.
I am angry with you for making sex something we could fail at.
I am angry with you for all the lies you breathed.
I am angry with you for always taking the easy path, for letting us down.
I am angry with you for never keeping faith with me, for paying lip-service to what I needed but never seeing it through.

We do amicable well. But if you want to know why I am not your friend, I have only just learnt to be angry to express my anger with you.