I pause before answering her because, although the answer is yes, it’s complicated.
It’s a “yes,” that took its sweet time in arriving; my anger didn’t magically dissipate one night. Forgiveness happened in tandem with me committing to building a new life for myself. In truth, anger and I were like a set of strangers learning to dance Salsa or Tango together. Anger was the lead, forceful and tactless. The “me” craving a new beginning was timid, awkward. Forgiveness, the trying set of dance steps to be learned. Anger motivated me to thrive and reach beyond my comfort zone as I assembled a new life. As I grew more confident in my ability to navigate the world solo, I found anger a wearisome partner. [Read more…]