Mistake - (?)

I know what you’re thinking: “Man, you really know how to fuck shit up, don’t you?”

(It’s not really knowing. It just comes naturally for you. I swear, you’re a new kind of cookie in that regard.)

You might be wondering why I’m writing to you. Or maybe not, seeing how you’re still dealing with the repercussions of me.

So, sweetheart, what was it? Why’d you choose me as you did? Was it because you didn’t have a choice? Was it because they made you choose me?

(Hint: Choice #3.)

That’s what I’m here to tell you. You didn’t choose me. It looks like it, but the decision was out of your control. Yes, I am a mistake, and all the problems I’ve caused you since then are really a kick to the teeth. But I’m not your mistake. You didn’t choose for me to happen, not really. You were forced to choose me by forces far beyond your control.

Yeah, what’s happening right now sucks. But just remember, this isn’t really your fault.

So chin up, pretty doll. Take the hate with dignity, and move on. You’ve got greater things in life to look forward to.