Kelly
Being apologized to by my parents certainly didn’t take away all the trauma, but it did heal something deep inside me—something I didn’t even realize was still raw and bleeding. For as long as I could remember, I’d been the family’s disappointment, the stain they wished they could scrub away. Their love was always conditional, their acceptance a prize I never managed to earn.
So to hear them, even half-heartedly, acknowledge their faults and admit in front of someone else that they had done me wrong… it was like a tiny flame lighting up a dark corner of my soul. A fragile, wavering warmth, but warmth nonetheless.
I’d spent years wishing for that moment, for them to simply say sorry, even if they didn’t mean it. And though it was far from genuine, it still loosened something in my
