Apology letter

[creyente7]

I want to send this to her letting her know my mistakes and what I've learned to fix. Please tell me if this is good and if It's okay to send. Also how long. I should wait to send it. It's something I wrote and don't wish to send, if ever, anytime soon. But please give me your insights

 

You've never left my side from the very first day we met. Even from across the country you were always there for me. I feel like I never truly showed you how much you meant to me. From the days I was sick to the days I was struggling with school, you stood by me, always supported me. I realize I was very immature and selfish in our relationship. I wanted to write you this letter to tell you what I've learned and to fix. I've learned to accept that we broke up for a reason, whether it was time or something deeper, it was SOMETHING. If I could go back in time, I would fix all the wrongs I did, but it's only when you move forward that you can make a change. Now I feel all the tears you shed for me, but I respect you for sticking with me for so long despite all the pain I caused you, repeatedly. I've learned a lot, I've learned to respect women more, and appreciate what they have to offer. I became a better person inside and outside. It's unfortunate that we had to separate for me to see these things, but I understand, you got tired of me repeatedly hurting you and making you feel unappreciated. You truly are my first love. Whether you believe it or not, I saw something different about you that no other girls have. I thought I knew how to have a relationship but I guess I didn't. Anyways, here is what I learned...A relationship is built on trust, respect, and appreciation for each other. I see that now, I do. You showed me all of these things, you've always had a better way of showing things rather than saying it. Did I trust you? No I didn't. Did I respect you? Not entirely. Did I appreciate you? Well, I did, but never knew how to show it. I wish someday we could start over. I became very dependent in our relationship, I lost sight of who I was. The man you fell for became the man you fell out of love with. I've been working hard on myself, striving to do best in school and tennis. I'm not blaming myself for what happened but I do realize what I became. Controlling, possessive, untrusting, and dependent. I will not change myself for a person because that wouldn't be me, but an idea of someone that they want me to be. Rather, I will change my ways of dealing with a relationship, whether it'd be us or somebody I meet in the future. If you ever decide to give us another chance just know that things won't be the same, it will be different but good, slowly but surely. I don't want to go back to the old ways. It was unhealthy and broken. You are different, It takes something very special for someone to catch my eyes. I wasn't in a rush to find love because I knew it would be worth it if it found me. It took 2 years but it came, and you caught me. I never wanted to make anybody else happy but you. I still want to continue making you happy, feel loved, and cherished. But if it's not something you want from me then I will respect that. You don't have to give me answers now, but I want you to think about this and know what to expect in the future. One last thing I've worked on is keeping a promise. So that you could learn to trust me again.

[PegNosePete]

How will you feel when you get no response?

[Ajax]

As someone who recently sent my ex a letter, my thought is that it's okay to send if and when you're ready. I also sent a heartfelt letter apologizing for my role in the unraveling of the relationship and for having taken her for granted. I too expressed my regret and what I realized would have to change if we were to reconcile.

 

I did get a response. It was conciliatory, but still a confirmation that the breakup was what is best for her.Yes it hurt, but the letter allowed me to express myself in ways that I apparently wasn't capable of any other way. I had things that I needed to say, regardless of the outcome.

 

I'm not saying you should definitely send it. Just consider it. Most people will tell you not to, that it'll cause you more pain. And maybe it will. I sent my letter knowing the risks and being prepared for them. I weighed my options and decided that sending it was what was right for me, and I'm glad I did.

[d0nnivain]

I didn't read it but I'm still going to tell you not to send it. Letters never work.

 

Instead print it & safely light it on fire.

 

If you must send it, at least add some paragraphs so it can be read. A wall of text is annoying.

[mammasita]

Don't do it....

 

If I was the woman who dumped you, I would look at that and think blah blah blah....and then probably laugh.

 

Leave it alone.

[Strength in Healing]

Mammasita nailed it.

 

That whole thing translates to:

 

"Hi, I'm desperate and still dependent and will do ANYTHING to get you back. PS, women are so special and unique and amazing and I totally see it!"

 

No reason to send out a permanent souvenir of you with a tail between your legs.

 

Also, women gravitate towards men who are jerks. Not whatever that is.

 

 

This is some tough love, but you'll appreciate it in time.

[jackinthebox1]

Yea, worst idea ever.

Whatever u think you want to do, do the opposite.

She wont even read it.

[slizl]

The only letter that I would ever advise sending woudl be along the lines of this gem...It is a great read "best divorce letter ever"

 

Dear Connie,

I know the counsellor said we shouldn’t contact each other during our “cooling off” period but I couldn’t wait anymore.

The day you left, I swore I’d never talk to you again but that was just the wounded little boy in me talkin. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride’s cost me a lot of thing. I’m tired of pretending I don’t miss you. I don’t care about looking bad anymore.I don;t care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it’s time we let our hearts speak as loudyly as our hurt.

This is what my heart says: “There’s no one like you, Connie. I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they’re not you. They’re not even close.

Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don’t say this to hurt you, just to illustrate hte depth of my desperation She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn’t believe and an ass that just wouldn’t quit. Every man’s dream, right?

As I sat ont he couch being blown by this stunner, I though, look at the stuff we’ve made important in our lives. It’s all so superficial. Wht does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I’m getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I’d never really thought of that before. I don’t know, maybe I” just growing up a little.

Later, after I tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, “Why do I feel so drained and empty?” It wasn’t just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. I didn’t feel the same because you weren’t there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie. I’m going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn’t eating right without a woman around. I didn’t know what she meant till alter, but that’s not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next think you know, we’re banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart’s a total monster in the sack. She’s giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when shes’s not hung up about her weight or her career or whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother’s old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it’s totally hot, but it makes me sad, too because I can’t help thinking, “why didn’t Connie ever put the mirror ont he floor?” We’ve had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy.”

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicki’s just a kid and all, but she’s got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she’s been a real friend to me during this painful time. She’s giving me a lot of good advice about you and about women in general. She’s pulling for us to get back together. Connie, she really is.

So we’re doing Jell-O shots in the hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here’s this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky’s really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueld some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I’m thrusting inside your baby sister’s cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the ****ing remote is?

Love, Dan.

[Diezel]

Don't do it....

 

If I was the woman who dumped you, I would look at that and think blah blah blah....and then probably laugh.

 

Leave it alone.

 

And then take a picture of it, post it on social media, show her friends, etc, etc, etc...