When DD was 9 she and I got into an argument over bedtime. It went rapidly downhill (due to her tiredness and my stress at my mum dying a few weeks earlier).
I shouted (😳), "just go to bed, I can't deal with this nonsense tonight, it's ten to bloody ten".....
DD - "I bloody hate you, I wish you'd gotten me adopted".
Stunned silence from both of us, I then burst into tears, she ran off.
Ten minutes later, she came back down (I was feeding the cat with my back turned to her), she sheepishly came over and rubbed my back, "sorry mummy". I just turned to her, stroked her cheek and said "love you kiddo, go to bed now, tomorrow is another day" (or words to that effect).
Disclaimer - we actually swear very little in this house, the occasional "bloody" is as bad as it gets.