I’m sorry I hooked up with your boyfriend when you were away and missing him.
I’m sorry for doing it when you were happy and sleeping.
I’m sorry for doing it while you were at home.
I’m sorry for doing it when I was sober.
I’m sorry for taking advantage of your trust, and his.
I’m sorry that you will never know he defied your trust or that it was my fault, not his.
I’m sorry I don’t feel guilty.
I’m sorry I made him feel guilty.
I’m sorry I want to have him completely to myself.
I’m sorry I want to have a family with him.
I’m sorry I will never be with him.
I’m sorry you’re so happy not knowing.
I’m sorry you don’t know.
I’m sorry that I’m only sorry for myself.
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That is a beautifully truthful poem.
You know, it might be worth trying to go mormon. Not with the whole church and the entire cult thing, but two wives could coexist, yes? It’s just a thought, though to be honest I believe you have done enough. It is hard to know whether your egoism – as you describe it now, is capable of dealing with this.
Then again, you never asked for my advice. I’m sorry for intruding.