The following week, he arranged a medical reassessment and took responsibility for her appointments and additional care.
Diane eventually apologized for the cruel things she’d said before our wedding.
“You didn’t deserve any of it,” she admitted.
“No,” I replied. “I didn’t.”
A few weeks later, Ben found me looking through photographs of my mother.
“Can you take me to the park where she used to go?” he asked.
For once, Nathan was taking Diane to rehabilitation, and I didn’t have to stay home.
“Go get your shoes,” I said with a smile.
As I picked up my mother’s photograph and followed Ben outside, I realized something important: caring for someone shouldn’t mean losing yourself, and forgiveness doesn’t mean pretending the hurt never happened.
