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You Need An Apology, and You’re Getting it. Now. From Me.
I’m your shitty Ex, your abusive religious leader, your controlling mother, your hateful neighbor, your absent father, your narcissistic boss, your hateful teacher, your persistent Internet troll/stalker, your rapist, your molester, your unjust judge/legal system, your racist attacker/Karen, and your MAGA relative. Select whatever bit of this you need. You’ll be surprised how it makes you feel.
I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I’ll say that up front.
If you even stay around long enough to hear this, it’s more than I could hope for. After what I did, earning a place back in your life and your heart and your trust is not humanly possible.
I was not there for you. I didn’t see you or hear you, your true self. I didn’t understand your goodness, your kindness, how hard you tried.
I felt nothing when I saw your tears, and for that I deserve to be in a world of hurt.
I used you for my own purposes. You were a commodity, an energy source, a way to make me feel better or look better. You were a handy place to store my own pain and self-loathing.
I not only wasn’t there, but I actively damaged you in ways that you may never fully comprehend. You needed compassion, gentleness, strength. You got toxic blisters on your spirit and…
