I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
“I don’t know what forgiveness will look like,” I replied.
“I love you.
But loving you doesn’t mean pretending it didn’t happen.”
“I understand.”
“I hope you do.”
After the call I told Lauren about the letter.
I asked whether she wanted to read it and accepted when she said she wasn’t ready.
She was making dinner and Mason was upstairs looking for a missing soccer sock.
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