She told me she would take her time to decide what was best for her own life. Until then, she wanted us to live each day with respect not because our marriage was certain to survive, but because dignity mattered more than punishment. That night, I finally understood that forgiveness isn’t weakness – it’s strength under control.
And if I ever want to rebuild what I destroyed, it won’t happen through grand apologies or desperate promises. It will take quiet honesty, patient humility, and the daily work of proving that love, once broken, can only return when it feels safe to stay.
