I am
not a good person. I already knew that, but tonight I had the opportunity to see the same old stubborn weeds - still alive and well, despite my efforts. I don't deserve God's love or anyone's love, yet I experience both daily.
I am not responsible for other people's sin. I am responsible for my reaction to that sin. I see how I have failed. Other people might not see. They might think I am exaggerating. But I see how I have made other people feel bad because I was thinking of myself and what I "needed." I am a bad person because I have hurt others.
I am sorry.