How to Apologize & Not Be a Fartbag

This video is the jam.

Apology to a Baby Bird

Baby-BirdI’m sorry little bird.

You were just a baby and I was distracted on the phone and overfed you.

My own gluttony blinded me to the fact that you were so tiny and one syringe of baby food was way too much.

You basically exploded in my hand.

It was 10 years ago and I still feel like shit.

Eminem Apologizes to His Estranged Mom

I think it’s amazing that Eminem, who has made a career out of rapping brutally honest lyrics about the hatred he has for his mother, Debbie Mathers, has released a video apologizing for all the hate he has spewed. (Fitting that he dropped the video on Mother’s Day.)

The video “Headlights,” directed by Spike Lee, shows Eminem’s childhood from his mother’s POV.

I have to assume this video is proof that Eminem is growing up and making some big life changing discoveries.

Time to move the past to the side and remember that your parents did the best they could with what they knew at the time.

Big move, Eminem. And Happy Mother’s Day, Debbie Mathers.

Woman Apologizes to Her Deceased Friend’s Children on Mother’s Day

Happy-mothers-day-2014-wallpapers-from-kidsDear Little Ones,

I’m so very sorry you don’t have your extraordinary Mommy today. This breaks my heart for you and your wonderful Daddy. Know this little ones, your Mommy was the most loving and happiest person I’ve ever met. She was some sort of life force who could bring out the best in me and everyone else who had the good fortune of knowing her. I loved your Mommy very much. She was one of my most treasured friends. I miss her terribly and often find myself wondering what she might say to me in a given moment. But she was not my Mom. She was and always will be yours! You are her life’s work. You, her best beloveds, are her magnum opus!

Somehow, just like magic (let’s call it ‘magic’ because I have no other explanation) your Mommy saw the world through rose-colored glasses. When I say ‘world’, I mean LIFE. When I say ‘life’, I mean the PRESENT MOMENT. No matter what was happening in that moment or what might be troubling or confusing, your Mommy could somehow magically see it differently. She did so in an instant and with ease. It was who she was, not anything she tried to be. Your Mommy had this grace embedded into her and she radiated it for the rest of us to experience. You are of her body, her heart and her soul. You are hers. She is yours. Know that you have this same magic in you.

I cannot explain why she isn’t here today anymore than I can explain a rainbow or butterfly or the feelings you get from swimming in the sea and watching the waves. I will try to explain whatever else you bring to me, just as your Mommy would want me to. Together, we will come to realize that she has not left, but changed into being everywhere, at every moment. I want to help you feel safe. I want to show you how to be quiet so that you can hear her whisper. Close your eyes and remain still. Listen to your heart and you will find her. You can do this anytime you want. You have her magic. When the time feels right, open your eyes and take a deep breath or two. Then walk back into your life. Love it. Live it. Remember her favorite story and what it teaches you. It is the truth. You have what Dorothy has – and remember, it doesn’t come from her ruby red slippers. You have the power to create your heart’s desire. You choose your life and make it beautiful. This is the magic your Mommy knew and what she has passed on to you. Use it.


Mommy’s Friend

Son Apologizes to Mom on Mother’s Day

mothers-dayMom I am sorry for everything I have done. Things may never be the same but I know I will always love you. I hope after everything you have been through you still love me unconditionally.  Maybe not like before but I will understand. I wish I could buy us a big ol’ house in some place beutiful and live peacefully. One day I hope. With all the respect and love I have within me. – Your son

A Letter From The Love You Haven’t Met Yet

Love-LettersDear Future Love of My Life:

I know. I should have written before. Forgive me. But I got the feeling that you were beginning to think I didn’t exist. But I do. And I wanted to let you know that while I might be as elusive as a unicorn grazing in a field of four leaf clovers, I’m close. I’m around the corner, down the street, on Facebook, in your office, at our local coffee shop, a complete stranger. I made eyes at you once on the subway. I saw you across the room at a party. I swiped you right on Tinder. But it’s not our time yet. And I know you’re wondering why.

It’s really not fair that you’ve had to wait this long, or go on blind dates, endure bad sex, settle for meh relationships, feel misunderstood, cry from loneliness, wrap your arms around a pillow as you fall asleep at night. I’m so sorry, my love. You deserve an explanation. So here it goes. It’s taken me a long time to even admit this to myself much less to you, so please know that everything I’ve written here is true.

The reasons we haven’t met yet, in no particular order:

1. I haven’t thrown out the list of things I think you should be.

2. I’m with the wrong person right now.

3. I’m not ready to be loved unconditionally.

4. Since my life isn’t together, I think you’ll reject me.

5. I still believe that drama is a show of love.

6. I’ve been intentionally keeping my head too busy to think with my heart.

7. I need to date more to understand what I do and don’t like.

8. I won’t be able to appreciate you until life has kicked my ass.

9. I’m too focused on my own needs.

10. I don’t know how to create the feeling of home that lives in my heart.

Clearly, I’m not my best self yet. Or even myself—I’m still figuring out who that is. I’m pretty sure even if we did meet, you wouldn’t like me all that much right now. It’s entirely possible that we did hit it off once, and I left without getting your information; or maybe I did get your number and never called because of any one of the above reasons.

Be patient with me, darling heart. Know that I’m working my way toward you. So don’t spend any more time thinking about where I am or am not. Just keep making your life exciting and full, so when we do finally come together, we can bring each other joy, because we are already happy.

I know it’s taking longer than you’d like. It’s a hell of a lot slower than I could have ever imagined. But I’m here. This is me talking to you. And I’m not going anywhere.

Don’t give up on me.


In perpetuity,

The Love You Haven’t Met Yet

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Anonymous Apology for Being So Fucked Up

We received this letter in the mail. No post mark. No return address. No opening or closing salutation.

Apology Letter Photo 2“It may come to you as a shock, but I’ve never done this before. I’m too scared to confront people that I think don’t want anything to do with me.

I told someone really important to me on their death bed about what happened between us, and she told me to make things right. I talked to someone else about it more recently, and she told me that I get to respect your wishes to not contact you and (should) work on forgiving myself. I will probably never see you again and will never hear your side of the story and for that, I hate myself, because I’m pretty sure you hate me now. I was quick to judge based off my own past experiences and you took offense. I guess I had missed the mark completely. Is this the part where I say I’m sorry? I feel like those two words can’t really change much or fix anything.

Apparently, the process of apologizing is to lighten the load on me, so I guess it’s pointless to even write this, and the freedom will come when I start to actually forgive and love myself. The same person who did told me not to contact you also told me to accept the fact that I may die alone and never experience love and that people will then be attracted to that peace within me. God, that idea just seemed even more depressing.

I’ve come to the conclusion, though, that it’s probably best for me to be alone, then to be with someone who loves someone else, or to fall for guys who don’t really care about who I am. Right after things ended, I did get with someone else, and everything I accused you of, was in reality, were the arms that I ran directly into, and that, in fact, wasn’t what you were about at all. I’m sorry I fucked things up. I’m sorry for being fucked up. I wish you nothing but happiness and success, and I’m sorry for causing you even more pain than you were already in at the time.”