[sorry does not absolve you]
[content warning: mention of being violated]
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I want to rage and scream until I vomit and purge this feeling out of me: at the sense of violation and presumption and arrogance, at the taking and the grabbing of my energy, and at even the frantic apologies, those rapid-fire “I’m sorry”s like a machine gun that are rushed to put a quick bandaid over a wound, instead of genuine apologies to gently wash and bandage it, let alone checking in with what I need — because Gd forbid we ask what *I* need, the one who has been hurt.
But no, let’s only focus on the feelings of the one who did the hurting.
After all, they said they were sorry.












