Apology.

Recent days I seem to be apologising a great deal: for the things I did and the things I did not do, the things I said and the things I should have said or should not have said or didn't say - I lost track. 

Relationships are hard. 

Be it between landlord and tenant, man and wife - when it comes to the crunch, regardless of how well you've treated the other person, it will still boil down to character. The bible said, never argue with fools. I'd hate to, too, but what happens when you're embroiled? Just, well, caught? 

What can you do when you're just wrong, all the time, when it isn't even your fault? 

Why am I here, doing all of these, apologising, being called prideful, impulsive, and a whole host of other things? Why is it that I seem alone in this journey, don't I have a defender? Against those nearest and dearest, against those I cannot - cannot! - get away from? 

...but I do. The Defender, my Christ. Why then do I still feel so alone?