I’m sorry that you could not love yourself enough to love me.
I’m sorry that you could not choose the healing for yourself that I was choosing for my own self. It would have brought you freedom and it could have saved our marriage.
I’m sorry that I was an embarrassment to you, because that loud voice and vivid personality are so much of what make me a treasure.
I’m sorry that you could not see me as that treasure. I was worth the effort.
I’m sorry that I thought I could fix you. Only God can do that.
I’m sorry that I found my own value before you did…because I am worth more than gold or rubies.
I’m sorry that my contribution to our life was not enough for you. Because it was for me.
I’m sorry that you never learned how to enjoy my passions as much as I learned to enjoy yours. I never liked coffee or dirt bikes or Led Zeppelin until I married you.
I’m sorry that you could not forgive me for the messes I made in our life, because there were plenty. You just couldn’t.
I’m sorry you never learned to forgive yourself.
I’m sorry that you never learned to drop everything just because I needed you.
I’m sorry that you wouldn’t fight for me. You missed out on a beautiful woman. I’m a million times more amazing now, than when you married me.
I’m sorry that all of these things I say are more about how you see yourself than how you really see me.
I’m sorry that you could not see yourself the way I see you…because you are a good, good man….you just don’t really believe it. There in lies the problem…
I’m sorry that you could not accept the love I had to give you. It would have been worth it.
I’m not sorry I fought for you. You are worth it.
I’m not sorry that it took me so long to let go. You are worth that too.
I’m not sorry that I love you.
I just can’t be with you.
I just had to choose to love myself this time….
Oh Mitz. Beautiful friend,
The thing that keeps going through my head is that the seed must perish in order to bring forth the life intended. Love you. Thinking of you.