I put the relationship behind me years ago: I dealt with it, learned from it, forgave him, forgave myself. I expected neither an explanation nor an apology from him — I haven’t even thought about it — but I admit that it was mildly gratifying to hear him say “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
He told me that of all the wrongs he has done, his treatment of me and of our relationship stands out as the worst. The most important aspect of our relationship was our friendship, and he wanted me to know just how sorry he was for disrespecting that friendship with the bonehead decisions he made. No matter the problems we may have been experiencing, he knows that I did not deserve to be treated that way.
He had been wanting to tell me this for years, so I allowed him to have his say. We had an honest discussion about what happened between us and then chatted and caught up on our lives until 2 a.m. I had almost forgotten the relaxing, easy comfort of our conversations — I was reminded of our high school days when we would roam the streets of our sleepy beach town, talking and joking and laughing a meandering path under sodium streetlights.
It felt good. I’m really glad I called him.
Note to Veronica: You are correct :)
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