My Husband Threw Me Out in My Wedding Dress and Told Me I’d Come Crawling Back Without His Money — He Never Learned the Answer to the Only Question That Mattered Until He Walked Into My Lobby Begging the CEO of the Fund That Held His Company
They were the same behavior — the behavior of a person for whom other human beings exist only as a hierarchy of usefulness, to be trampled when beneath you and flattered when above.
The cruelty and the groveling came from the identical place; only the arrow of power had reversed.
That is what I tried to show her with my question, though I knew she would never understand it: that if her apology depended entirely on my bank balance, then it was not an apology at all but a bid, and that a bid reveals its author has learned nothing.
A person who has genuinely repented is sorry for what they did regardless of who they did it to; the wrongness lives in the act, not in the status of the victim.