i was wrong.

 

I’ve often talked about choices here.

The good,

                The bad,

The ugly.

I made a mistake.

I want you to know I’m sorry.

                I was wrong.

                                I am sorry.

I loaf you, I couldn’t do this without you.

I was so, so sad when I got out of the shower and put on my pink skank shorts because I cut myself shaving again. Then you grabbed me and hugged me, my wet hair sticking to your face, saying how sorry you were.

Why were you sorry?

You shouldn’t be.

I made the mistake. It was all me.

I will never forget the look on your face when you confronted me about it.

In that moment, my best friend hated me.

Everything crumbled.

But, just like he said, while he tried to get all the mascara off my face, he fixed everything. It wasn’t his to fix, but he did. And he bought me Dr. Pepper.

I’m sorry Quinci.

I’m so, so sorry.

I’m glad things are good now, I’m glad you are talking to me again, and I’m really glad that we’ve been married for 39 years.

We are just going to have to make it to 50 aren’t we?