Walking Through

I didn't understand, but now I see
The truth about the choices that you made,
Between the men you slept with, games you played,
The art and money that you stole from me,
And where you went, once we were history:
It's all a package. You thought I'd been paid,
But then my temper got a little frayed
Around the edges, and I took my fee.

We ended up, the both of us, distressed,
But I'll get over it, and you will, too,
Unless you think I took too much from you
Without permission, but I would have guessed
You'd manage. We agreed life is a test
Of strength and perseverance. We'll walk through.