“Do you forgive me?”
In my head? Yes.
In my heart? No.
This is often how things play out between my husband and I after an argument. It doesn’t really matter the circumstance, whether it’s a huge, deep hurt against the other or a small comment taken too seriously, when my husband and I disagree, he is always quick to apologize and quick to forgive.
I wish I could say I’m the same way. I wish I could say I fight for unity with ease and am quick to reconcile, but the truth is, I don’t and I’m not.
And I hate that.
I hate that I am often the grudge holder in our marriage. I hate that I am a keeper of wrongs. I hate that apologies don’t come easy and that I cling to unforgiveness. I hate that my mind is ready to forgive, but my heart and my emotions are not.
not sure why I thought it was a good idea, spending a freezing Saturday night
in October at a Haunted House when I’m the girl who’s always been afraid of
pretty much everything. I’m totally a listen to Christmas music in September, beg
for a Caramel Brulée Latte from Starbucks in October, and a let’s skip right
past Thanksgiving and get on to Christmas type of girl.
from candy, which I can get any time of the year (thank-you-very-much), I find
no pleasure in Halloween traditions. For me, there is no joy in being scared, I
despise horror films, I like avoiding danger, and I don’t need any inspiration
when it comes to fear. Disney’s Halloweentown is as scary as I like
things to get, and even that can be pushing it.
So, it makes absolutely no sense why last
Halloween, I raised the idea to my family and fiancé that we should go to a
haunted trail. I’m not sure if I thought I would rise to the occasion or if I
just figured that being a grownup meant I would find some type of joy in the
experience. For the record, neither ended up being true.