Fearful Forgiveness.

It had been many years of pain and words that felt more like razorblades. You were a nasty man. And I guess I should have had faith that people can change... Perhaps I just didn't have faith in you.

You had torn me down so many times. You were the reason I couldn't allow anyone to love me as anything more than a whore.

But there you were.

On your knees.

Begging me to forgive you.

I wanted more than anything to spit in your face, turn my back, and close my door. But something in me was afraid that if I didn't at least attempt to forgive you, that you would regress back to your angry, evil existence.

So I nodded my head. I hid my heart. I choked back the tears. And I said those three huge words

"I forgive you."

From that moment on, I was skeptical, but I pretended well. I knew that your demons were still inside of you, and I lived my life afraid for the day that they would break free.

-ashleyanne