I often wondered if I’d handled myself differently the day we broke up, we’d still be together. But I knew that it would’ve only prolonged the inevitable. The truth was, she couldn’t trust me—some of those reasons outside of my control—and when she told me so, I behaved badly. A simple apology wouldn’t have corrected it because we were both in different places. She couldn’t change who she was and where she was in that pivotal time in her life, and I couldn’t see past my own desires and rage and hurt to see if we could mend it.
