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<p>date: 2020-01-15
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<p>So why <strong>are</strong> we talking circles around it?</p>
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<p>Because, at some level, the experience itself is unimportant. I was young, I was dumb, he was an asshole.</p>
<p>What <em>is</em> important is the ramifications. What is important is the fact that I have to live with the person I became when I was disabused of all of those silly, romantic notions of implied consent and this strange idea that I could just stop an act, even if it meant lying.</p>
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<p>Lying always worked so well with your dad, did it?</p>
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<p>No, and now I was finding out that this was the case in relationships beyond just typefucking. It made me realize, on some level, how superficial my interactions up until this point had been. I had gone from being the type of person who believed she was living an earnest life with earnest people, enjoying deep relationships, falling in love.</p>
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<p>Were you not?</p>
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<p>Perhaps I was on some level, but I was missing this key component: that my actions have consequences.</p>
<p>Not that I&rsquo;m blaming myself for what happened, of course. I was young, I was dumb, he was an asshole, after all. But non-action is still an action. Not saying no was still an action. Being unwilling to learn about the fact that my actions have consequences was an action.</p>
<p>It called into question how passive I had been in the past. It called into question how little I had been saying no in the past. It called into question how little I had actually learned about how the world worked.</p>
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<p>&ldquo;Coming to terms with being a terrible person,&rdquo; you wrote.</p>
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<p>Yes, and I wrote that in the thick of this realization. At that point, I was coming to terms with all of these things, the passivity and the willful ignorance.</p>
<p>I was coming to terms with how much I was hurting those around me, and just how much I had to learn.</p>
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<p>And boy howdy.</p>
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<p>Yeah. I would continue to hurt those around me for years. I still do. I&rsquo;m getting better, though. I&rsquo;m willing to learn, now.</p>
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<p>&ldquo;I cannot possibly bow low enough, I cannot possibly apologize with enough sincerity to make up for the hurt I&rsquo;ve caused you,&rdquo; you wrote.</p>
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<p>Yes. And I stand by it.</p>
<p>I have much to learn, but I&rsquo;ve come a long ways from who I used to be.</p>
<p>The specifics of what happened aren&rsquo;t really important. What is important is the moment before, and the moment after.</p>
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<p>The blackbird whistling, or just after.</p>
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