Eventually one sees the mistakes they have made. And the blame on others goes away. Because, really . . . the mistakes one has made are their own. And no one can be blamed on that but oneself.
Just because I'm not contacting you doesn't mean I don't think about you every second of every day. It's messed up. Horribly.
Getting better. Day by day. By myself. Alone. Scariest, but most important words ever.