The Apology Project

by Jeanette Escudero

Then he smiles. It is such an unusual gesture for him that I think his face is actually rejecting it. It looks more like a stomachache than a smile.

I’m willing to say I’m sorry even if I wasn’t completely at fault because sometimes you just have to admit you played some role in the mess, even if you can’t pinpoint what that role was. It’s irrelevant.

Sometimes people are just evil bitches who deserve to be called out, and no number of apologies or niceties will make them less bitchy. I feel completely okay with this decision.