That is what the letter said, because, well, let’s just let bygones be bygones.
However, another way to say it might have been…
I’m sorry that, after you screamed, “WHY DO YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME DO EVERYTHING!?” when I asked you to please carry your dinner plate inside, then ran over to where Lila was looking at your pumpkin and tried to yank it out of her hands, sending both of you into a screaming, hair pulling, tail spin around the back yard, you ignored me when I asked you to stop five times in a normal human voice, elevating my blood pressure to a point that forced me to snatch the pumpkin from both of your clutches, raise it with both hands over my head, and scream “RRRAAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!!!!” as I smashed it to smithereens onto the patio.
It was childish and primitive, but oh boy howdy did it feel good letting my anger out like that.
Here is a new pumpkin that I bought with my own money.