Of course it is always hard for one to admit the’ve been wrong, whether it be telling bad advice (though most often people don’t intentially give ill advice), an error in judgement, or a simple temporarily lapse.
But it is far worse to be wrong about those you love — the realization the ones you care for are awful people, and that they likely will never change is horrid, especially when it involves the fact they likely never truly cared for you at all.
That is the height of pain about being right, it is not just an error in judgement or a simply occurance, but a constant one. It was a constant fallacy, one you had lived with and been too blind to see, for your caring heart had shielded you from the inveitable truth. you didn’t want to know it. You did not want to admit it or even allow that thought to enter your mind.
You were blind, unwelcome, and stupid.
