I forgive you.
I forgive you for acting like a teenager when you were one, and practically thinking of no one but yourself; for being too consumed with first love to be able to see what was happening around you.
I forgive you for all the times you felt that your dad blamed your mom for everything and you didn’t stick up for her. I forgive you for fighting with him at the times that you did.
I forgive you for running away from a situation you were too immature to handle, and for imposing on people that didn’t really knew you – your mother- and father-in-law and your brother- en sister-in-law.
I forgive you for making their lives harder than they should have been while you were being an insufferable brat with incredible mood swings.
I forgive you for trying to make it hard for your boyfriend to have a social life, because of your own fear of abandonment.
I forgive you for picking fights with him and eventually choosing to go back to your parents – running away – again, when things got too rough.
I forgive you for completely screwing up at veterinary school during that time and for choosing the easy way out by working and choosing a subject you were far better in.
I forgive you for never studying abroad because you were afraid you’d never make friends there and end up alone in a strange place. I forgive you for feeling jealous of your boyfriend because he did.
I forgive you for tearing up the letters and the post cards your dad sent after you found out just how far his betrayal of your family and you had gone.
I forgive you for finding it hard to trust people and because of this being afraid to make connections with and opening up to others.
I forgive you.
