I do acknowledge that you make mistakes. I'm just angry that you made a fucking huge one without considering anything I was doing. That's cold and hurtful. May have? No, you did mess up. You messed up big time. I demand my apology for your actions. For not even giving me the chance. For arguing every step of the way. For treating other players disrespectfully.
Of course I exploded. Because if this is how you act when GMing, then it's utterly reprehensible. And besides all that, I have a strained or even sprained muscle in my leg that makes walking a pain, I was under a Tropical Storm alert for the last two days that ended up being for nothing, and the start of your little "chapter" happened right when I woke up, so I woke up to a betrayal of my trust. And I don't like traitors.
I'm still not sure what part of this is supposed to make me apologize or at least consider myself wrong, since all you're showing me is excuses and a lack of self-awareness. I know my reaction was loud, and I know I'm probably burning more bridges than a World War II demolition squad, but fuck it. Because if this is how I'm treated after the week I've had, then I don't care who utterly hates me after this.
Also, your reply's English was so broken I still can't make heads or tails. Also, Bob isn't my name. If you want to know what it actually is, then start acting right.