I’m so sorry that I blamed you for the men that cheated.

I’m sorry that I called out your promiscuity rather than my own fear and insecurity.

I’m sorry that I was just another source of pain for you, that I allowed my own hurt to cut you with my words.

I’m sorry that I called you a whore, a slut and any other derogatory term just because I needed someone else to hurt as badly as I did.

I’m sorry that I didn’t acknowledge you were hurting too.

I’m sorry that instead of realizing our similarity, the fact that we both responded to a broken heart wrongly… I called out our differences in an attempt to make myself feel superior.

It didn’t work.

Can I be honest? I’m sorry that at some point,I became you!

Please forgive me for not being brave enough to leave. Forgive me for blaming…