I don’t accept apologies anymore.
What you did wasn’t a mistake, it was deliberate. You knew exactly what it would cost me, and you decided it was worth it. That’s not confusion, that’s character.

You don’t get to hurt me and then come back looking for understanding or forgiveness. You made your choice without care for me, so you can live with it the same way.

Whatever this was is over, not because I’m angry, but because I see you clearly now. And once that clarity is there, there’s nothing left to fix.

So keep the apology. I don’t need it, and I don’t want it.
You chose this.