Post by Lab Rat King on Mar 6, 2021 17:29:00 GMT -5
Though who knows when he'll see it--the timing doesn't matter. At least, the author doesn't think so. It's a folded page, torn from a small book of some sort. Inside is a hand-written note, in a slanted scrawl--surprisingly neat for the one who delivered it.
Mitch,
I'm sorry that I spoke ill of you in front of your sister. The alternative was to let you have the last word when what you were saying about me wasn't true. You put me in an unfair position and left me no way out. Also, I apologized already for letting him take over... in the same breath that I told you what I did. Maybe you don't remember, but I do.
If there's anything else, I'm afraid I don't owe you any more apologies.
You hurt me deeper than you know. You shattered my trust based on a lie you told yourself. You fabricated my reality in your head the way you wanted to see it--my "fairy tale ending". Those words stung me like a wasp, and you used them more than once. And when I told you my pain isn't worse, just different, you spat in my face and insisted I must be suffering more than you. You put words in my mouth. And when you refused to talk to me, those words were all you had, echoing back to you.
You referred to me as a "self-righteous prick", and you called my wife, the most important person in my entire life, a bitch on national television. I would never speak of your sister that way--and I hope she doesn't learn that kind of language from you.
Thanks for trying to apologize. Thanks for trying to make amends. I've never asked you to say sorry, and I've never asked you to 'bend the knee', as you put it. I always saw us as equals. But you need to understand something. I'm not okay. I'm recovering from serious trauma. Your choices painted a picture of a man I can't trust. Since you never reached out to me, you gave me no reason to think anything other than what I did, and then tore me apart in your promo as if I should have somehow known better.
When someone hurts you deeply, it takes time to recover--more time than it takes to say sorry, or congratulations. And even then, you're not obligated to forgive someone who has hurt you. Sometimes we do things we can't take back.
I can't forgive you yet. Maybe in time. But I don't have to forgive you.
I need to protect myself and my family. Goodbye for now.
Be good to your friends, Mitch. Like I said in my piece--you'll need them.
K.K.
Mitch,
I'm sorry that I spoke ill of you in front of your sister. The alternative was to let you have the last word when what you were saying about me wasn't true. You put me in an unfair position and left me no way out. Also, I apologized already for letting him take over... in the same breath that I told you what I did. Maybe you don't remember, but I do.
If there's anything else, I'm afraid I don't owe you any more apologies.
You hurt me deeper than you know. You shattered my trust based on a lie you told yourself. You fabricated my reality in your head the way you wanted to see it--my "fairy tale ending". Those words stung me like a wasp, and you used them more than once. And when I told you my pain isn't worse, just different, you spat in my face and insisted I must be suffering more than you. You put words in my mouth. And when you refused to talk to me, those words were all you had, echoing back to you.
You referred to me as a "self-righteous prick", and you called my wife, the most important person in my entire life, a bitch on national television. I would never speak of your sister that way--and I hope she doesn't learn that kind of language from you.
Thanks for trying to apologize. Thanks for trying to make amends. I've never asked you to say sorry, and I've never asked you to 'bend the knee', as you put it. I always saw us as equals. But you need to understand something. I'm not okay. I'm recovering from serious trauma. Your choices painted a picture of a man I can't trust. Since you never reached out to me, you gave me no reason to think anything other than what I did, and then tore me apart in your promo as if I should have somehow known better.
When someone hurts you deeply, it takes time to recover--more time than it takes to say sorry, or congratulations. And even then, you're not obligated to forgive someone who has hurt you. Sometimes we do things we can't take back.
I can't forgive you yet. Maybe in time. But I don't have to forgive you.
I need to protect myself and my family. Goodbye for now.
Be good to your friends, Mitch. Like I said in my piece--you'll need them.
K.K.