I have been mortified for the better part of a decade since a meltdown in which I hurt people and lied to others I love. The pain I inflicted, and the shame of those betrayals stay with me.
Part of moving forward has been a searching account of what went wrong, something I owe to the woman I hurt and her family. I owe the same to my own family, friends, and colleagues who gave me years of bountiful friendship and love.
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