Like an owl in the night, we too are afraid of showing ourselves once we have been hurt over and over and over again. Whether that pain was justified or created on its own, it doesn’t matter.
I am always open to seeing things from another viewpoint, to the point that it sometimes becomes detrimental to myself. I don’t just give out second chances. I give out third, and fourth, and fifth chances. I give out chances until I have nothing else to give.
When it comes to cheating, it’s hard to forgive and forget, much less apologize. Sometimes the relationship is solid enough and the infidelity forgivable — and the couple prevails. Other times, it’s just a symptom of a crumbling union.
If there is one thing I can convey to you, it is that you will be okay. I know sometimes it does not feel okay and you want to be angry and you want to scream and cry and throw things and be mad.
I have no recollection of anything that happened on the day of or the day before my fall. I woke up in the ICU at the hospital on June 1, 2014, but do not remember or know how long it took for me to gain consciousness.
Would you give him another chance? Would you just forget all the pain he brought you?
Second chances. I believe I’m a woman armed with a heart of chances. I’ve had it broken a number of times yet I still manage to get back up and give love another try.
I’m not sure if you will come back, I’m not even sure myself if I want you to.
If time worked like rollover data, I’d have so many minutes to cash in.
You never know when a “no” turned “yes” could work out so positively.