Blaming complications
He tried to explain his decision, blaming it on last-minute complications. ‘You have to understand, there were things I couldn’t control,’ he stammered.
His excuses felt weak and rehearsed, not the genuine remorse I had hoped to hear. ‘Things came up, and I was trying to manage…
’ he trailed off, as if unsure how to end the sentence. His words did nothing to soothe the ache in my heart.
I could already sense where this conversation was heading.