In shock, I glanced at her and took a sip of my wine. “Thank you for apologizing, Mom. But I’ve already forgiven you.” And it was true. I had forgiven her.
This apology comes from years of being told how you can do it better, and for those times where well-deserved gratitude for your efforts was not expressed.
I’m fairly sure that this guy had a lot of apologies to deliver to a whole list of people who were obviously way more important than me. His apology tour was in full swing, but I had a lot of respect for him that night because he remembered being a jerk to me, and he swallowed his pride in ...
So, no, you didn’t teach me everything, but you sure as hell taught me a lot. You taught me what it’s like to fight, and what I should be fighting for. You taught me what Saturday afternoons in love should be like. You taught me what midnights should feel like. And you taught me what waking up ...