It was not a good year. In the closing days, I hurt Michelle. As a result, she and Jeanne went away. I’m not proud of what I’ve done. I’m only writing about it out of remorse. And as a constant reminder not to do it again.
When I realized what I’ve done, I was shocked and stunned. I instantly and afterwards wished I could take it back. But the more I thought of it, the more guilt tore me up. I wept uncontrollably. I was depressed.
I know she feels worse. Hurting her was the worst thing I’ve ever done. But it was probably the worst thing that ever happened to her. More than the pain, the betrayal of trust. It was wrong. And I’m truly sorry.
But I’m grateful for my family. They didn’t hold back in telling me that I’m wrong. But at the same time, they were there for me during the darkest hours, trying to assuage my guilt, providing advice, and just being there. They made my new year’s eve less dark. I don’t deserve their understanding and support. And that is why I’m doubly thankful.
As the new year starts, I hope and pray that it will be a happier one for everyone: For Michelle, for Jeanne, for family, for friends… May this coming year be a new beginning however God wills it.