Beloved—Betrayed

I am reading Where the Heart Lives Collection. The series follows three siblings who were born in Chicago latter half of the 1800’s. At the ages of 13, 10 & 6 yrs. old) the children, after their mother dies, are sent to live with western families. The following excerpts touched a chord with me. What would you think of a person who says the following...   

...”And you were never at fault…You were an innocent victim…my resentment…my complete selfishness…I’ve said I’m sorry, but I know words don’t mean much…I can’t undo it. Not any of it. No matter how hard I try, I can’t change the past…”*
          
What, then, if the person continues to engage in the offending activity?

Might as well never have said anything. Which is more important: speaking words or expressing those words through actions? Shouldn't integrity and respect take precedence over fulfilling the desires of your ego? At least the character, in the book, admits his guilt rather than just making baseless excuses; lies that are added to the initial hurt.

Would this statement fit the situation?
I desperately want to savagely thrash them until I no longer feel my hands but I know I would never will do it because it’s not worth lowering myself to their level of the selfish, disregard they have for someone they call a friend.

The story continued...

...He saw it then, more clearly than before. He saw the depth of the hurt he’d caused her, and he hated himself for it...*

Later he says to her:
…”We could change our future. If we both try, we could make it better.”*
*Excerpts from: Beloved, by Robin Lee Hatcher

A broken or injured heart is hard to live with. We’ve all been there. A broken bone is said to be stronger once it heals. Life is better with a second change. Correcting problems may not be easy but in the long run relationships are stronger and, more beautiful. I haven't finished the book yet. I hope they make it.  

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