Included in notes from a major meeting, the outcomes of which will be used to influence future policy making:
“What? Who cares?”
I had a series of heart-to-hearts with old friends last night, including some about things that I think about a lot, but have stopped talking about because I have so, so much regret about my actions in them. I’ve tried to stop feeling guilty for the last seven years, but honestly, I never will. I’ll spare the details, but someone who was close to me at the time of the incident said:
"I know it was difficult for you both and no one could help you. It was an adult problem involving emotions that were just too mature for us. We were very much children, and still are, facing something we weren’t old enough to understand."
That’s how I’ve always felt about it. Maybe I just wanted that confirmation from someone else that what I experienced was real.