In my darkest days of my deepest depths of binge drinking, I would often wake up to some disaster’s aftermath and find myself apologizing for things I didn’t remember. Way to hit home with this story. Good entry.

Although, I would like to clarify something. I wasn’t a wifebeater. I was just a loud, obnoxious, mostly out of control, sometimes angry, danger to myself and property.

After getting more coffee in my system and waking up, then turning a rather impressive shade of crimson on the bus back from the library, I have decided to rename this piece.

Honi soit qui mal y pense

This, to me, is a very ambiguous story. While one interprettted it as a wife beter situation, I thought it could be a robbery or something. I like how you described him as knowing himself by his apologies.

One little nit pick is that the last sentence of the third paragraph seems to be a run on. I would chop it between “there/if” and make them two separate sentences.

Regardless, nice story! It paints a troubled character

Yeah, I think you’re right, thanks :)

- edited.

I heard an anecdote similar to what’s described here and she said “For me, the words ’I’m Sorry’ have lost their meaning. He might as well be saying ‘Chicken’.”

I’ve also heard the sweeping placation “I’m an asshole” firsthand, and those words speak so well to the extraordinary pain the abuser is in. We all know it is wrong, but my question for this piece is, does s/he feel it?

Maybe, for a little while, a few minutes at most before they rationalise the guilt away.

Does that make it better though? Or worse?

That they know it’s wrong and still do it? Or they do it because they believe they’re right?