As soon as she heard my voice, she started yelling that *he had left her.* My ex-husband had walked out two months ago, leaving her with two kids and mountains of debt. She blamed *me* for “poisoning him against love.” I couldn’t believe it. Six years of silence — and this was why she called?
I let her rant until she broke down sobbing. And even then, I didn’t say much. Not because I didn’t care, but because I had nothing left to give. She made her choice. She took what wasn’t hers. And now, she was living the life she chose.
Before she hung up, she whispered, “I should’ve never picked him over you.”
I replied calmly, “I already forgave you — just not enough to forget.”
**Lesson:**
Betrayal may break bonds forever. Forgiveness doesn’t mean reconciliation — sometimes, peace is just moving on without reopening the wound.
