Uneven

She said “I’m sorry” with seeming sincerity, but who really gives a shit about those two little words anyway?  How does that make a malignant situation better?  How does that change anything that happened in the past?  How does that rectify previous mistakes? Why in God’s name should two simple words absolve her of everything bad that she did to me and henceforth put our relationship back on equal, neutral footing? None of the aforesaid is true. If I didn’t make this point crystal clear in my earlier jeremiad, she can take her meaningless apology and stick it straight up her ass for all I care owing to its useless significance. Apologies are—at the end of the day—a trite, worthless, godawful “Get Out of Jail!” card for serial perpetrators, transgressors, malefactors, and sundry other social misfits. I didn’t accept her apology for anything more than what it genuinely constituted: A feeble attempt to make things right between us with no real effort to correct past misdeeds through substantive, demonstrable action.  That’s what I’m really looking for—Okay?—and that’s precisely what I do NOT believe I will be receiving anytime soon in the form of commensurate reciprocity.