How is it supposed to work?

I was distraught when you left me,
Fiery insides and an anger so hot,
It was weeks before my vision cleared
And I was able to distance myself
From our situation: you’ve left me,
And I have to deal with that like an
Adult, I’m all grown up, and painting
Any more pictures of hate on our
Bedroom wall, with handfuls of feces,
Isn’t going to solve anything.