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I’m Sorry (for Apologizing all the Time)
And for, like, existing and stuff
I was leaving Publix — a grocery store I can no longer afford and whose heir donated money to Trump, so I’m done with them anyway, but which has amazing fried chicken — with a full, and I mean FULL cart of groceries because I had four kids. It was heavy and unwieldy, and I was struggling to maneuver it.
I was leaving properly through the EXIT, and a man (middle-aged and white and portly) was coming in IMPROPERLY through the EXIT, right in my path.
Guess who moved out of the way AND said “sorry”?
Not him.
I said to myself, as I pushed that cart out into the hot Florida parking lot, “Fucking hell. I am never doing that again.”
Now I just keep going, and I’ve literally brushed arms with people who refused to move when we’re on a collision path. Unbelievable.
When my Ex-Husband cheated and left me, guess who apologized, a LOT?
Yep. Me. I did a post-mortem on the entire marriage and said sorry for every single thing I could think of that might have contributed to his leaving me and the kids.
I definitely had room for improvement; but cheating was his choice instead of dealing with our issues.
