I’m sorry you’ve been conditioned to think it’s your fault when a man cannot control his sexual urges. I’m sorry I believed it too and didn’t say something sooner.
I’m sorry you’ve carried this weight, this cloud of shame that has loomed over your whole adult life. I’m sorry you’ve had to look in the mirror and wonder which part of you attracts the thievery of your innocence.
I’m sorry that the people you trusted blatantly implied that you had it coming. I’m sorry that the people you should have trusted are distant.
I’m sorry that you feel like you’re going to have to carry it around forever. A man’s shame has always been a woman’s burden.
I’m sorry you never learned to love; only use. I’m sorry you’re not a hugger. It’s a beautiful thing, but every time you let your guard down they groped you.
I’m sorry that you don’t see yourself past all these years. I’m sorry that my silence only strengthened yours.
I’m sorry.