Forgive

I don’t know why I couldn’t forgive him all those months ago. I know I tried. I think he really was sorry but I was hurting so badly that I was unable to see he was hurting, too. He made a mistake. We all make mistakes, but I held him to a higher standard.

My father cheated on my mother. I forgave him. But now, I see how my mother was hurting. She tried to tell me. She tried to help me see. Now, in my time of need, I feel alone and scared. I am alone. I am scared.

I want the world to see how he treated me. I want the world to see how much I loved him.

That’s right. I loved him.

Because I loved him.

Because I love him.

I will forgive.