Logan For a year, I begged for forgiveness. For a year, I blamed myself for her distance. For her coldness. For the cracks in our marriage. I thought I messed up.
I had no idea what the real repercussions of that mistake were. Her confession shatters something in me. The thought of staying is painful. The thought of leaving is worse.
Jess “He hurt me first.” That was the excuse. It dulled the guilt in the beginning. Made it easier to justify the night I let anger decide for me.
But as the days turned into months, the excuse stopped working. Every apology he made. Every compromise. It made me feel smaller. So, I confessed. Now I’m the one begging. For forgiveness.
For another chance. For love.
