Dear No. 3,

You say your heart wanted to apologize to me for communicating with me when you knew I had warned you it would do me harm. But your head told you not to, because that would rob me of closure (which I’d already lost, which you knew, because of your communication).

Do you realize what you did there? You cast yourself in a noble, self-sacrificing role (“I wanted to, but I couldn’t, for your sake”). Like we were in some kind of movie. You made it about you, so you could feel better about your mistake, and not me, who was the one suffering.

ATAT