i have forgiven per.
i didn't want to.
what i wanted to do was, i wanted to shoot him in the head.
i wanted to take all of his clothes and burn them in some kind of ceremonial pile.
i wanted to take his books - but only his favorite ones - and add them to the pile.
i wanted to count backwards from 10 and if he wasn't home (he wasn't) by the time i got to zero, i wanted to sue his ass.
i wanted to write his parents and ask them, what the hell kinda son did you raise?
i wanted.................to die.
but what i did instead was, i prayed....... i prayed till God sent me a text saying, "nancy, that's enough. you can stop praying now. and, please...............don't text me back."
what i did was, i read every Scripture in the Bible that i could find that endorsed the idea of forgiving this creep.
and so..............with heavy heart but light soul, i forgave him.
as, i am sure, did God.
and i have gone one step further, as, i am sure, has God.......
i love him.
