The Sentence That Never Came

Has she never said, “I see how this hurts you, and I want to do better”?

No.

And this is why I can’t go back. This is why I knew, deep down, there was no remorse—or enough sympathy—to say it out loud to me and show vulnerability.

In the face of overwhelming evidence, the inability to show humility and sorrow says something big.

It’s not about the past, present ir future.

It’s about the absence of that one sentence.

Without it, everything else is noise. Every apology diluted. Every promise insufficient.

That sentence is the hinge for me, do I stay or do I go. It all came down to this.

I left and this acts as my reminder for why.