I hate to be wrong. I don’t mind not knowing things, that is completely different. When I am sure of something and find out that I am way off base I can honestly feel something deep inside me snap. When being wrong involves someone whose opinion I care deeply about, I feel compelled to make it right. The problem is you can’t force people through the process. You have to let them get there on their own time.
I am there now. My mistake is weighing so heavily on my mind. It’s a person who I respect and really care about. A person who has supported me. We have discussed my error, but the hurt remains. I can’t fix it and it kills me. I can only apologize and take responsibility for my error.
And I will at every turn.
To know that I have hurt her at her core. I challenged how she thought I felt about her. We both know to error is human, but I know only too well that to suffer is as well.
My heart aches for her. I dare to hope this can be mended.