As a guy with a violently fragile ego, yeah i get that feeling

Maybe what stops us, sometimes, is the inability of the other side to genuinely receive it.
During my brief return home I have managed to tell my mother of how much I loved her many times. But slowly I discovered how she created a persona that would receive my words, but that was a roleplay and not the real her, as the real her do not hold the capacity of that space within her.

And so I realised how my inability to tell her "I love you" wasn't only from me, but I was sensitive enough to be able to understand her resistance. I think I was more fare before, when I was listening to hers. But I needed to do that, in order for things to shift, otherwise we would continue to perpetuate that same cycle forever. I'm not sure we're out the cycle, but some progress has been done.

There's no right way to do life, life is creative and dynamic. And beautiful, but that's just my description..:)

I know why I don't say I'm sorry: I'm still stunned about the stupid thing I said or did and I'm just speechless! Yes, I do apologize later but "missing the moment" even makes me madder at myself.

🎶Sorry seems to be the hardest word🎶

This is the right path for clarity and answer