Hey,
I wanted to say that I’m truly sorry.
I know it’s too late to say this, but you deserve this apology.
In the past month, I’ve been in a lot of pain and tried to understand what made you want to leave.
And honestly… I finally get it.
I understood why you said you didn’t feel like you had my support anymore.
I understood why you said we fought in an unhealthy way.
I can see now that you shared along the way that something wasn’t working.
I see that I was wrong. I disappointed you.
I admit it.
I’m sorry that every time we argued, I got defensive.
I’m sorry that I raised my voice.
I’m sorry that I took your attempts to feel safer and happier in the relationship as a threat to who I am.
I’m sorry that every fight left you feeling smaller, more hurt, and weaker.
I’m sorry that day-to-day I minimized my reactions and my feelings toward you so you wouldn’t leave — because being truly open scared me.
I’m sorry that I carried around small, stupid things inside me every day and eventually exploded on you.
I’m sorry you had to carry your difficulties alone for so long that you eventually went silent and couldn’t talk about it anymore.
I’m sorry that every time you brought up something that hurt or bothered you, I challenged you instead of listening.
I’m sorry I couldn’t just let go of my blinders and truly enjoy the trip with you. That’s what you really deserved.
Fuck… I wouldn’t have wanted to stay in a relationship like that either.
I deeply regret that I didn’t make you feel truly accepted for who you are, and that you had endless support from me.
The biggest thing I’ve realized is that in the end, it doesn’t matter what you do in life — only who you do it with.
I regret so much that you had to leave for me to finally see all of this.
Thank you.
I’m not perfect. I have a lot of things to work on.
Regret without change will just mean I keep repeating the same mistakes…
I hope you’re smiling a lot and that you’re happy.
Love.