Apologies ...

Hers ...
Black man, I apologize for putting you down wen I get around my girls and forgetting to lift you up as you deserve to be lifted up. I apologize for allowing my insecurities about my shape, my hair or my skin tone to be projected onto you and blaming you for my lack of self-love.
I apologize for expecting you to teach me how to love myself. I apologize, black man, for judging you when I should have been providing you with unconditional support. I apologize for pressuring you to adapt to coporate America by my standards instead of allowing you to keep going.
I apologize for not hearing you when you said you just wanted to be friends, assuming I could change your mind, then blaming you for misleading me. Black man, I apologize for loud-talking you and making you feel disrespected and unappreciated.
I apologize for prioritizing my career and business over you, causing you to feel devalued, dismissed and hurt. I apologize for talking and yelling at you more than listening to you and allowing you to full express what's on your mind.
I apologize for not being that one safe place where you can let down your guard, stop fighting the world and just be you - with me. I apologize for forgetting that you are a king, a descendant of royalty. A survivor, a builder, a confidant, a creator, an entrepreneur, a friend. And that I am your queen - acknowledging you, supporting you, encouraging you, and loving you.
You are my partner in this journey and I owe you and apology for forgetting your importance to me. I am honored to be by your side. Any other message I give you is simply untrue!
~ Lisa Nichols
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His ...
I am sorry that my fear of intimacy made me close my heart to you, making it impossible for us to build a relationship based on unconditional trust, respect and love. I am sorry that my personal ambitions and selfish interest sidelined you when you should have been attended and revered, cherished and exalted.
I am sorry that I was not more honest about who I was and what I wanted, forcing you to guess about how to best satisfy me, fulfill me and love me. I am sorry that I was not more focused on your passions, more patient with your ways, and more gentle with your heart.
I am sorry, in the end, that I have not listened to you enough, kiss you enough, embraced you enough, nurtured you enough, or loved you enough.
I am also sorry for not being on my J-O-B as a black man, allowing our families and communitities to fall into such destructive chaos.
This is what I am personally sorry about!
~ Gregory Huskisson