When I say you’ve never apologized, I’m not talking about one isolated moment. I mean that you’ve never acknowledged the actual scale of the damage you’ve done.

You’ve never apologized for ending this marriage the way you did, or for denying me meaningful notice and any real chance to respond before your decision was already effectively made.

You’ve never apologized for leaving me financially exposed after we built our lives around assumptions we shared and choices we made together.

You’ve never apologized for turning me into someone to be discussed with other people instead of someone to be spoken to directly — analyzed, compared notes on, and then presented with conclusions as if that were concern.

You’ve never apologized for doing this while my mother is dying and I am carrying that burden, because from my side that was abandonment at the moment I was most overwhelmed and least able to withstand it.

And at the deepest level, you’ve never apologized for breaking your wedding vows.