To most dear readers, please pardon another brief outburst…
J, R, now I know that you read this, and I am aghast.
Know then that I don’t read yours. I don’t know where they are, and I don’t want to know.
Sometimes I am told what you write there, when it concerns me or E.
If you want to hurl abuse at me in your own places, I will not stop you, nor even tell you that you’re wrong: I don’t expect to be forgiven for what I did. If you hurl abuse at me here, I may delete it.
…but E is innocent in all of this. E has chosen to keep me, in spite of what I did to her.
I do my best to atone to her for what I did every day. You both owe her your own apologies; I would beg of you: for gods sake leave her alone. If you want to deny that she was ever your friend, I cannot stop you, but I can laugh at you. A year ago you would have said otherwise.
I am sorry for what I did. I regret it every day. I was an arsehole. I don’t deny it and I don’t hide it.
What is my point? I am posting these things here, in this very public place because I am sick and tired of seeing E hurt again and again by what happened. That’s all. Thats it.