There's two things I judge harshly on. The inability for one to admit when they are wrong, and lack of courage to say I'm sorry. That tells me all I need to know. Because we are all wrong at some point. But not all of us are sorry.
"And what you'll never know is the war I fought, with myself, to not give up on you. But even if you did, I'm certain you wouldn't understand it, because that's what it is like inside when heart and mind are enemies: war. And one has to lose.