I’ve been hearing the words that you’ve been saying. You’ve been mentioning for a while that you’re upset at my actions. I do respect your opinion and your experience. That’s why I’m here to say this.

That’s why I want to say that I’m sorry that your feelings were hurt.

Phew, that was hard. But it’s a bit of a relief for me to say it. I hope that it starts to bring the same feeling of closure for you.

I do really apologise that you got so upset. I didn’t think beforehand about how sensitive you are. But now that it’s happened, I absolutely regret not noticing how much of an easily aggrieved person you are.

It’s fair to say that no one is perfect. I certainly can attest that this definitely applies to me. God is the only perfect being, and certainly I am no God.

My first mistake was not deliberating with my thoughts before interacting with such a melodramatic person. I’ll have to be more careful about this going forward.

My parents were strict but loving people. They taught me right from wrong. And when I was wrong, there’s no point in trying to deny it. As dad always said, “not admitting a mistake is the biggest mistake you can make.”

And I’m here, my heart and mind open, admitting to you that I was wrong. I was wrong to forget what an total crybaby you are about things. I was wrong to imagine that you’d have any sort of adult response to normal things. And definitely I was dead wrong in thinking that you’d miss an opportunity to blow things out of proportion, yet again.

We good?