I’ve fucked up. More comprehensively than I ever have before. I’ve caused the woman I love more than anything else in the world to be hurt, upset and humiliated. My entire world is crumbling around my ears, and it’s all my fault.
I’m so sorry. Please come home. I’ll do anything.
So begins one of life’s lessons:
The reason why all those “baby come back” songs were written.
Hope things work out for you.