What are these actually worth, especially when what they amount to is hurt and pain and misery…or inconvenience or humiliation or shame?
No one says, “Well, at least I had good intentions” when everything turns out OK and no one is upset or offended or otherwise injured. When the shit doesn’t hit the fan.
You can’t take credit and admit guilt. Absolve and take responsibility.
But you can try, and probably get away with most of what you’re after. Eat that cake, and have it too. Big bites, anyway. Juicy ones.
If that’s what you intend.
If that’s the best you’ve got.
If you know what I mean.