Do you believe resentment, cultivating deeply rooted hurt, can subside when a sincere apology is provided? If the different vessels, whom you believe poured an onslaught of callous intentions, upon your personal conceptions and idealisms of living a good life offered an apology, what would happen?
You were dismissed. My words tore you apart. Communication stopped. Your privacy was invaded. I didn’t choose you. I maliciously tarnished your reputation. Your livelihood was jeopardized. Your personal belongings were put in a trash bag. I wasn’t who I said I was. You made the wrong choice, out of the two I gave you. You almost died.
Maybe it’s best if the apology, comes from the one who fights to swim under inevitable waves of repercussions into a life of meaningful substance.
After all, unfavorable predicaments do not have to define us.
With my apology, should a plan evolve? Absolutely!
I will practice each day, building positive designs to co-exist with my sorrow and my head will remain held high and my smile will show through any mist.
I’m not sorry…
I learned to exist. I pieced myself together. I demand communication. I learned to protect my own privacy. You gave me a gift, when you did not choose me. My character shines through, a tarnished reputation. My livelihood will never be sacrificed again. You cleared out, what you thought was trash. I found out, who you really were. Bad choices can help one evolve, into a better human being. I survived to see the beauty of my life.