I know you’re not reading this
Earlier this week, I texted a couple of my friends asking if they were free one particular night.
“We’re going to ___’s house tonight. Sorry.”
AKA a place where I am not welcome. Because of something stupid I did nearly six years ago. When I’m reminded of it like that, in my face like.. all my friends are hanging out tonight but with this one family that hates me so I’m left out... I go into a downward spiral and it’s all I can think about for at least a few days. My brain floods up with thoughts like.. How can I fix this? How can I make it right?
I’m not a bad person. I swear I’m not. I made an awful mistake one time. One stupid night. It’s indefensible and by far my biggest regret.
It bothers me that they’re totally fine with the other person who participated in the same mistake when in reality he was the main offender in this situation. And what bothers me, even more, is that he threw me under the bus when he explained to his then-girlfriend and her brother--our mutual friend--that he cheated on her.
“It was her idea.” “She got me drunk.” “She begged me to stay.”
Literally, none of that is true. Not even slightly. But that’s all they have to go on, so they think it is. Fuck my side of the story. It’s always the girl’s fault, I guess. Sluts. I guess her brother and I were never really friends. I’m kind of ok with that, to be honest, but I hate that I hurt her.
Yeah, I’m still friends with the other guy, the cheater. He’s grown up a lot in those six years. He came up to me about a year after with the realization of how horribly he had treated me, his “best friend,” in the past (with this and other asshole things he had done) and that he was so sorry. It was the most sincere I had ever seen him, and he hasn’t done anything like that to me or anyone else since, so I mostly forgive him. I just wish he would set the record straight. It might not mean anything at all, given the end result is the same, but at least then I would know that they know the truth. I would have closure. Perhaps closure I don’t deserve.
Regardless, I’m not innocent. I fucked up badly. I will never not be sorry for what I did on December 30th, 2011. I will never not regret my actions (and lack thereof) from that night. I will never go a day where I don’t think about it, even for a second.
I know you’re not reading this, but please believe me: I’m so so so fucking sorry that I hurt you.










