All Apologies
Single Gal here.
For this post, I muse on all the apologies I’ll never hear from Ex. Yes, it’s my blog, and I’ll fantasize if I want to.
Scene: Ex looks at my wistfully and with complete adoration. Clasping my hand in his, he looks up at me, a single tear strewn down his face, and delivers these heartfelt phrases in utter sincerity:
- I’m sorry that in ten years I never once learned how to use the dishwasher, the toaster oven, or the mop.
- I’m sorry for all the nights I stole the sheets, waking you up in the night and making your toes cold
- I’m sorry that I treated every holiday and occassion like it was a chore. You deserved a day of appreciation, and I will forever regret that I didn’t put forth more effort.
- I’m sorry I judged your friends, making sly comments and uncomfortable statements when I know how much they mean to you.
- I’m sorry my mother never liked you much.
- I’m sorry that I didn’t appreciate your sense of humor, your generosity, or your thoughtfulness more. I know I’ll regret this when my next woman lacks in all these areas.
- I’m sorry I gave you a hard time every time you went to get the car repaired. You didn’t understand enough about what the repair men were telling you to make informed decisions, and I should have done that for you.
- I’m sorry I quit our marriage.
- I’m sorry that I never remembered your favorite chocolate was dark, and always got your caramel.
- I’m sorry that I took away our opportunity for relative financial comfort and stability, and that I’ve now thrust you out there into an unknown world and uncertain future.
- I’m sorry that I won’t be around for our next big adventure. You were always good at finding an adventure and keeping my life interesting.
- I’m sorry that I’m sorry. That for the next year, we’ll need to untangle ourselves from this relatively good life, that just wasn’t good enough for me.
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married
Buried
Married
Buried
Nirvana “All Apologies”
April 8th, 2008

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I think you forgot “I’m sorry for being a Dick Head!”
I thought Dickhead was all one word? You know – like a proper name?