My rainy day craft box

I try so hard to tolerate it when people I care about say things that are abhorrent. Eventually it always ends the same. They'll say one thing about gays that goes too far, one thing about people not deserving basic decent treatments and necessities that goes too far. Maybe they like to say how disappointed God is with certain people and it goes too far. Finally I have enough of it. I tell them what I think of them. I tell them exactly what kind of people they are. That they don't care about anyone else; that no one who cares about anyone else could say such things. Yet for all their happy evil they're rarely the ones who send me packing. I'm always the one who burns the bridge.

What does that say about me?