She told me she’d take her time to figure out what was right for her. Until then, she wanted us to treat each other with respect — not because the marriage was guaranteed to survive, but because dignity mattered more than punishment.
That night, I learned that forgiveness isn’t weakness. It’s power — quiet, measured, and deeply human. Rebuilding what I broke won’t come from grand apologies, but from small, consistent acts of honesty and humility. Because love doesn’t return when it’s demanded. It returns when it feels safe.
What do you think — is forgiveness the hardest form of strength? Share your thoughts below.