There is a point in life where no matter what you say or do, no matter your intentions, there is no right. There is only wrong. I’ve reached this point in my life again 10 years later after my first mistake. Whatever I really did, it was something horrible. It’s the know-it-all in me. I must shut her up. Again I must learn I would rather be happy than I ever would be if I am/was right. I tried. I’m wrong and I am sorry. That is all I can say. There is no more. Only air. I must learn to live with this.