I was wrong.
It’s a simple sentence that carries a heavy load for me. For years, I thought about admitting that I was wrong but everything inside convinced me otherwise. Misguided interpretations of reality combined with a narrow belief structure only delayed the acknowledgement of my offenses.
Looking back, I can see how effectively I insulated myself with like-mindedness and common neutrality. Thus, creating an atmosphere in which I was sure to thrive. I was opportunistic. I was the king of my own castle.
I was wrong to keep certain things and certain people out of my life. I became a master of the arms-length relationship. I was more manipulative then I’d like to admit. I could be convincing and dismissive at the same time.
Charisma became a most unfortunate crutch.
Half-truths became whole truths.
No became yes.