But then, Lorraine returned to my door, a changed woman. She admitted that she had been wrong about Peter and had spent years enabling and defending him. I couldn’t forget the pain she had caused me, but I couldn’t help but soften towards her as a mother grieving the loss of the son she thought she knew.
Months later, I received a letter from Peter, not making excuses, but apologizing for everything. He was trying to figure out who he was without the lies and didn’t expect forgiveness, but wanted me to know he was working on himself. As I read his words, I finally felt closure and was able to move on from both Peter and Lorraine.
Looking back, would I have forgiven him? No, but I am grateful for the lessons I learned through this painful experience and the closure that eventually came.