What an awful thing: to know that you can be so angry over something for so long, only to find out in the end that you were wrong.
That your anger was never really all that justified. That you were not as right as you had envisioned yourself being. That you had spent such a great amount of time being hurt, and mad at someone for how they mishandled your relationship, only to find out you were the one who broke it in the first place.
That you're at least 50% to blame...but really, that's being too fair, and you know it was probably all your fault.
There is no more infuriating question than "which came first, the chicken or the egg?", except maybe "who started withholding first, who stopped caring first, who started being deprived of what they needed first, me or you?"
When you had been so certain it was you who had gone without, and you had justified a terrible unkindness based on that self righteous confirmation.
"We all must suffer from one of two pains: the pain of punishment or the pain of regret. The difference is that punishment weighs ounces while regret weighs tons" -Jim Rohn.
What if you have to suffer the pain of both?
What do you do with something that heavy?