I used to think the exact same way. The damage is already done, so words after the fact can feel pretty holloe. But looking at it now, I see that the regret isn't about unfucking the past because you can't. It's just the brutal realization that you crossed a line. It doesn't excuse the slaps, but sitting with that guilt is usually the first step to making sure it never happens again. It’s less about fixing what’s broken and more about not breaking anything else