I am so sorry that I spread a story about you. It doesn’t matter whether it was true or not. I should have thought more about where it would go and what it would do to you in the future. Oh, I knew it would hurt you which is precisely what I intended for it to do because yes, you did hurt me and yes, I know you did apologize and yes, I did accept your apology. But that was long after I told the story.
Now I want to ask YOUR forgiveness. Can you forgive me? I can never take back to story and I can never give you back the friends I took from you or the reputation I stole from you as I spun a story designed to make me look like a martyr. I mean, isn’t that how everyone tells a story when they feel victimized?
I know there were lots of stories to be told during our time together and many times you didn’t tell them and I thank you for that. You never made a point to make me look like a bad person on purpose even though I know you had your support people and I know you told them….you told me you did and I knew that telling them was like telling a wall. It never went anywhere.
But what I told had legs and still has legs. I’m sorry I can’t get it back. I stopped telling it because it doesn’t do anything for me anymore but I know others still get something out of it and for them, it’s just another day of personal satisfaction for them to continue to wallow in it. They always hated you and this just keeps that fire going. I wish it didn’t because, really? To be honest? I’m about as tired of it as you are. I want to move on too.
I liked being the victim for a long time but now even I want to do something else but when they say karma sneaks around to bite you in the ass? They’re right. So while I can apologize to you, I can never make this one right. It’s like a game of telephone gone wrong. What you did happened and it was over. What I did is like a stone in the ocean….and it never, ever ends and sadly, I didn’t anticipate that.
So please forgive me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for you and I am sorry for me. I am really sorry that this just won’t stop.
I’m sorry too. For me, it wont’t stop until I die. Tragically, I do know how you feel and unfortunately, I don’t feel all that sorry for you.