Or I could forgive him.
I will not say “just” forgive, because there is no simplicity in the action.
I see no other way out, but that is not why I would forgive.
I would forgive because not forgiving has become too much of a weight on my soul.
But I would not have been able to consider the thought with any truth last week, or even yesterday.
But today, today it seems possible.
And today is the first day in too many days that I can feel some hope.
If he were less wounded, perhaps I could wait for his apologies. If he were less defended, perhaps I would try talking again. But I have been here too many times before. I know how this one goes. I am nowhere near ready to give up on this relationship.