I walked away, reflecting some more.
Why was I feeling this sadness?
This need to apologize for simply sharing my truth?
I sat in quiet for a bit when the new words came to me.
I wasn't seeing him being sad or remorseful over how his abuse hurt me.
I was seeing him feeling sorry for HIMSELF.
This wasn't empathy.
This was self-pity.
Suddenly, while I became angry upon this realization (how many times have I mistaken his tears for me when in truth they've been tears for HIMSELF - GRRRRR!!!), there was also a calm that came in.

Upon hearing those words within and feeling the energies of them, I felt a small shift within.
I didn't need to feel guilty.
And I certainly didn't need to try to reach him, to heal him, to fix him. This is no longer my responsibility.
It never was.

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