Sometimes I can be an arse. And sometimes I can be much more than an arse. In a stunning show of stupidity I have been greedy & ungrateful. You have worked much harder, through difficult circumstances, for much much longer than I should have asked for. You've looked after me when I was ill & put up with all the bad treatment that depression, frustration & disappointment bring. And I have repaid you by making flipant, off the cuff remarks without any care for your feelings. Sometime the label "arse" doesn't come close to covering it.
I cant explain why I dont act like I cherish you all the time, because I do. Or why I become self involved & mean. I dont do it intentionally & I dont mean to hurt you. I think it's just I dont think - and maybe I just think I am that bit more important than anyone else. I dont know how many times I expect you to forgive me, but I hope this time is one of them.
I am very sorry...and I apologise too :)
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