regrets? flamelily: dear,
obviously, you and i have a different definition for regret. in fact, when you use that word i think you are simply trying to get me to admit what a monster i was. you seem desperate to share the blame for the dissolution of our life together.
let me remind you, you are the one who chose to look outside the relationship for companionship, attention, sexual fulfillment. yes, i was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. but when exactly did i become "not enough" or "not right" for you?
was it when i started expressing my own opinions? when i gained a few pounds? when i didn't do exactly what YOU wanted every time?
i was always desperately protective of you, and adored you as if you were THE ideal man. in my mind, you were for me. i chose you, and you didn't see the power behind that.
my regret? that i didn't let you see who i really was, sooner. maybe all of this would hurt less. maybe i wouldn't miss you so much and maybe i wouldn't resent the loss of my adulthood.
