With great power, comes great responsibility.

For a moment, Pepper has to stop to gather her thoughts, as they're obviously on two completely different wavelengths. "That wasn't what I meant. Obviously I knew, why do you think I quit on New Year's? It wasn't just about asserting my independence, it was about Tony having to take responsibility for himself. If he wanted to continue the lifestyle and attitude he'd always had, I wasn't going to help him anymore. I had no choice in it for fifteen years, and I'd had enough. I told him then, right to his face, that I thought he'd finally started to become a better person back home but that he'd backslid here and I wasn't going to do it anymore. I wish you'd told me how you felt because I care about what you think, Peter. My life is in a shambles right now, and the thing that hurts the most is knowing you thought so poorly of me all this time."

Sighing, she leans back again. "I'm talking about one thing and you're talking about another. I don't know what I'm supposed to say. Am I supposed to apologize for the party or apologize for Tony being an alcoholic? When you called me an enabler, I thought you meant the party. I give him hell anytime he drinks anymore—I gave him hell for what he had at your wedding reception, even. I haven't helped him drink so much as a drop since you two were in here together back in January. Do you think that's what I've been doing, or am I not understanding again?"