So now, when someone says sorry, it touches a part of me that never heard those words growing up. It feels unfamiliar, almost too heavy, and it brings back the pain of all the apologies I never received.
I think the reason I feel uncomfortable when someone says sorry to me goes back to my childhood. I grew up being stepped on, belittled, teased, and treated unfairly and no one ever apologized or cared about how I felt.
Mental slavery is mental death, and every man who has given up his intellectual freedom is the living coffin of his dead soul.
(Robert Green Ingersoll)