Maybe

Second

He showed up.
You know who.
He came and he cried.
Everyone could see by his puffy eyes that this was not his first time.
I hated him because I knew he didn't help in your decision and he could have.
Did you hear that?
Hated.
But not anymore.
He was merely a blimp in your life which you could have surmounted given time, but it wasn't just him.
It was everything all at once, and I could not blame anyone. Not you, not him, those feelings are better put to rest. It was just bad timing, that's what I'm chucking it up to and I hope this does not anger you.
Is it bad for me to think you would agree?