“I’ve said a lot of things in my life that I wish I could take back,” she said.
I had run into her in a restaurant, years after we had stopped being friends, though we treated one other with civility when our paths intersected. We had a lengthy conversation, catching up on each other’s lives. In my mind, I can still see the scene—the tables in the restaurant and even the periwinkle sweater she was wearing. But I can’t recall anything else in the conversation.
I remember it because it was an implicit apology. Our friendship ended when someone repeated to me something deeply hurtful that she’d said about me at a time when I was vulnerable. Continue reading Why Should I Forgive?