I’m sorry you felt it was necessary to explain my daughter in the waiting room of the dentist’s office.
I’m sorry you chose to use the words “she has problems” and “she’s gross” in my presence.
I’m sorry that you chose to use those words in her presence.
I’m sorry I didn’t rip your head off.
I’m sorry that you’ve never been exposed to anyone different.
I’m sorry that you’ve never experienced all of the joy that my daughter brings.
I’m sorry that she picked her nose in front of your son and I’m sorry that your kids are perfect. That must be a terrible burden for them to bear. I saw your 10-year-old girl and she looks like an uppity-snot already.
I’m sorry that you are going through life the way you are and missing all of the good things.
I’m sorry for your children for they will never be enough for you, I’m sure.
I’m sorry for your friends because they have such an unkind friend.
I’m sorry that people like you exist.
I’m sorry for you. Truly, sorry for you.