Am sorry

Am sorry that I wasn’t worth the effort. Am sorry that my requests for courtesy seemed like impossibility and that our cute unborn babies will remain as such. Am sorry for choosing you even when I had a good and extremely worthy man by my side. Am sorry for loving you at a time when you were ready to stop loving me.
Am sorry am not the woman who endlessly cooks and cleans and serves even when the scale is so obviously tipped. Am sorry that I could not shut up about my unhappiness and your inadequacies. Am sorry for my inadequacy. Am sorry that you don’t love me despite them.
Am sorry that you do not have the energy for us that you so obviously have for your work and education. Am sorry that I was never a big enough priority and for acting out and leaving, for not choosing to stay miserable. Am sorry that I still had hope even after leaving.
Am sorry that it took you over a year to figure out that I couldn’t make you happy while it took me the same time to finally really want to be with you. Am sorry to have found myself in such a precarious position.
Am sorry for my shred heart and for my formerly uncried tears. Am sorry for my counted eggs,for my unborn children who have to wait another year, another time.
Am sorry I do not have the will to love another at the moment and even sorrier that I have to start all over again. Am sorry I was not perfect, that I left, but most of all, am sorry you couldn’t have loved me anyway.